Sunday, March 25, 2012

My Ghanaian Kitchen

Because food is such an important part of culture, I had been asking some of my friends to teach me how to make some local dishes. Now, if you remember from previous entries, the majority of Ghanaian food, like Kenkey, Banku, and Fufu, revolves around doughy-pastey balls (and please do not take that description out of context). But to make those dishes, it requires a lot of grinding up corn and cassava, pounding the paste, baking the dough…basically, it’s a lot of work. And for the most part, my idea of home cooking is throwing whatever I have into a skillet and mixing it with pasta. Ba-da-boom, dinner! In short, my friend and I decided to try a local dish that is a little more along my dump-stir repeat philosophy.


SO we made Jollof rice!


What’s Jollof rice? Glad you asked! Jollof rice is a spicy tomato-based rice dish, mixed with vegetables, and often times served with fried chicken or beef. I wanted to make it vegetarian, mostly because I’m afraid of raw meat, but after a series of small arguments, my friend refused (“meat, madam, meat!”), so in this instance, we made it with beef.


Here’s what you’ll need!



-5 tomatoes
-2 carrots
-2 yellow onions
-1 green pepper
-1 can tomato paste
-1 bag super-secret Ghanaian spice
-raw beef (grossssss)
-4 cups of rice
-salt
-cooking oil
-1 fire extinguisher (especially if I’m involved)
-2 packets of bullion
-water
-1 helpful Ghanaian who actually knows what’s going on


Step 1
Wash your hands. You're dirty.


Step 2
Cover the bottom of a large pan with cooking oil. Chop one of the onions and dump it into the pot to simmer.



Step 2
Have someone other than me cook the beef.



Step 3
Chop the tomatoes, and set them aside. Chop the green pepper and carrots. Cut the other onion into large rings.





Step 4
Add the full can of tomato paste into the pot. Saying “bam” whist you do so. I made my friend say “bam” every time he added something…even though I’m pretty sure he’s never seen Emeril…



Step 5
Add the freshly chopped tomatoes and allow to simmer for..oh, let’s say 5 mins. Clearly I know what I’m talking about.



Step 6
Add the green pepper, carrots, and onion rings.



Step 7
Add cooked beef, bullion, and rice and water in the appropriate ratio. I usually add to much water and end up with mushy rice :P



Step 8
Allow to simmer, stirring occasionally, adding super-secret spice to taste, until water is no more.




Step 9
Eat your yummy Jollof rice.



And last but not least…

Step 10
Make your helpful Ghanaian do the dishes…I mean…he offered…I'm not gonna say no :D




Now hopefully I will be able to make this on my own. If I can manage to sneak some spices through customs, I will be making this when I’m home in July.

Who wants to do the dishes for me??

Monday, March 12, 2012

Ghana Turns 55!

On March 6, 1957, Ghana became a free country; not only a free country, but the FIRST former colony to be freed in Africa. Fifty-five years. That’s really not a long time at all. When you learn about colonialism in school, it seems like something that happened so long ago. (It is history, after all.) So sometimes I forget how recent all of Ghana’s history really is.

Just for fun, let’s travel back in time for a second..er...paragraph, to when America was turning 55. This puts us at what, 1831? I’m a little sleepy for math. So 55 years after the US becomes independent from Britain (just like Ghana), we were a mere 24 states, predominantly a rural country, and Mr. Andrew Jackson was our President. Darwin began his voyage on board HMS Beagle. Nat Turner was captured, arrested, and hung for inciting bloody slave revolts. Oil lamps were the most popular form of lighting, as gas lamps were only available in cities. Corn husking and, quilting-bees were the height of entertainment, but of course sewing machines did not exist at this point. And the price of pantaloons went up ten-fold! (Ok that last one I made up...)

I’m not necessarily trying to make a point with any of this, but I think it adds an interesting perspective. This is what happens when I’m trying to blog whilst I’m really just too tired to do so.

Anyway, back to Ghana turning 55.



Like most independence celebrations, one of the main activities is a parade. Fortunately I have one co-worker who was willing to go with me. So, at seven in the morning, we trudged down to Independence Square for the annual parade. The parade itself doesn’t start until nine, but in order to get a seat, you’ve got to get there early.

First on the list of festivities is the processional is every branch of the armed forces imaginable marching through and lining up in the square, followed by groups of students from a select few Accra schools, all while the marching band plays in the background.



After everyone is lined up, a motorcade of vehicles brings in major political figures, like the former President, the Vice President, and finally, the President himself. After they are all seated in the front, the band plays some more, marches around, and does some fancy baton twirling. One of the conductors dropped his baton, causing the whole crowd to gasp.

Then everyone rises while national anthem is played. From there, the President gives his keynote address. I honestly don’t know what the President’s speech was about. He is very soft spoken to begin with, but, according to rumors, he also has throat cancer, which makes him even harder to understand. When the President finished his speech, he got into the back of an open vehicle and drove through the lines of people who paraded in, to end up in the front of the square, where he got down and lit the goblet of fire. (Clearly I don’t know what it’s actually called.) But it is supposed to represent the flame/spirit of Ghana’s independence.



After the President is safely back in his seat, the “special forces” march through, which are basically the front lines of the army and navy. Side note—the navy has a sense of humor. Its hard to tell in the pictures, but they have snorkel masks on their heads, and flippers attached to their backpacks. Once the special forces are lined up, all of the vehicles of the various armed forces drive through the square: tanks, bazooka-looking cars, fire engines..etc.



I asked my coworker why there’s so much focus on the military, and he said that Independence Day is a chance for Ghana to show the rest of the world that they are capable of handling their own affairs. He also pointed to a number of large ships just off the coast of the square, who were supposedly protecting Ghana from being bombed? :/ My coworker told me that recently, Ghana recognized Kosovo as an independent state, which made Serbia angry. But personally I think Serbia bombing Ghana is extremely unlikely. I need to start following Ghanaian newspapers…

Ok, time for a horse tangent, because I was dying of laughter at several points during the ceremony because the horses were ridiculous. There were three horses involved in the ceremony. One of them, who was stationed next to a line of soldiers, kept backing up into the line of people. This happened several times, before someone was commissioned to come hold the horse still. About mid-way through the ceremony, they switched that one horse out for another, who did stand quietly, but also refused to move forward with the soldiers where they started marching again. The poor same guy who had to hold the last horse had to come out and chase the new horse to make it move. It was hilarious! I had summer camp flashbacks. Ghana needs a new horse trainer.



But back to the ceremony. After the armored vehicles make their rounds, canons are fired from behind the Independence arch, located at the top of the square. The everyone who marched in, had to march back out again. Two things I found particularly interesting: 1.Despite all of the police, army, navy..etc, present and marching, there was not a single security checkpoint to get in. Even though the president was there. 2. More people cheered for the former President than they did for the current President.

Just to prove I was there :)



After the morning festivities, since it’s a national holiday and no one goes to work, most people go to the beach to relax. I went to the beach for a while, but I have some friends who are part of a theater group, and they were putting on a performance in honor of independence day, so I went to that in the evening. The show was called, “Nkrumah in Love,” Nkrumah being the first President of Ghana. (I think the title is a play-off of “Shakespeare in Love”, but I’ve never seen that movie so I have no idea if the entire show was a parallel.)

The play was a satirical representation of the life of Kwame Nkrumah, starting with his declaring Ghana a free country at the Accra Polo Grounds. Most of the humor comes from the fact that everyone seems to have a different opinion of Nkrumah, which was also true in real life. Was he a liberator? An intellectual? A pan-African leader? A socialist? The show continually contrasted Nkrumah with people from different stratas of society, like the British nationals, the educated “elite,” the common people, and the military. Everyone did a great job--It was a pretty funny show.



Ok, I think this post is getting to be too long, and I am sufficiently tired. Quarterly training starts tomorrow, so I really need to get some sleep!

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Ketchup...? Catsup...? Catch-up...?

Are you here to solve my ketchup, catsup, catch-up problem?

(I think my brothers are the only ones who'll get that one...)

Alright. Hiatus over. Let’s see how quick I can run through the past month since arriving back in Ghana. This going to be a very short, fairly boring update. Get excited?

First things first, I ended up getting a promotion before coming back, which means I am now a full-time SALARIED employee…which is terrific. I’m a big girl now, see my big girl shoes. The promotion only added to my responsibilities, so in addition to doing the job I was doing before, I am now going to stakeholder meetings (scary!), doing a lot of networking, and trying to find new local partners in Ghana = I’m a busy little babushka. But that suits me just fine :)

I was very much expecting to find an ugly-bug ball (gotta crawl gotta crawl) in full swing when I arrived back at my apartment, but I only found a few doing the cucaracha when I got back. I DID however, have a lack of electricity (I got back around 11pm), which made unpacking quite an adventure. I also arrived back in Ghana was a mere 10hr head start on my company’s President! I was soooo nervous for his visit, but everything went fine. He was only here for three days, and we had such a jam-packed schedule, full of meetings with various people all over Accra, that I just plum didn’t have time to make a fool out of myself. Oh well, maybe next time.

Let’s see. What else what else. Oh! My computer died three days after the President left (one WEEK after getting back to Ghana!), which is partially why I have not been blogging recently. And I STILL don’t have my laptop back. I’ve been using a borrowed computer. Supposedly it will be fixed by next Thursday. But I’ve heard that before.

Another cool thing that happened…well, cool might only be applicable if you’re a nerd like me. Anyway, the government of Ghana put together an AIDS Expo, where all local organizations who are working on the AIDS epidemic could put together little displays of what they’ve been doing. It was a three day event, but on the last day, the Executive director of UNAIDS, Michel Sidibe, came to the expo. After he had a chance to look at various booths, he held a meeting with a small group of organization representatives; I got to be one of them. Not only that, I got to meet him! He came right up to me after the meeting and asked about what I was doing in Ghana. SO cooool. I know I’m a geek, but hey, if the UN was a rock band, Michel Sidibe would be the drummer. Or at least the tambourine player…the UN is a large organization…

Other than that it’s just been mostly work work work.

And that brings us up to the present! Or as close to the present as I have time to go right now. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep the matzo ball rolling this weekend. Happy Purim :)

P.S. I'm converting Capitals fans wherever I go! (Because everyone cares about ice hockey in Ghana...right)