Food Stories

My room mate has been spoiling me with food from Angola lately. She’s a wonderful cook and a very kind soul. She’s very nurturing. And being the foodie I am it’s great to taste a type of food that I haven’t had before.

The white stuff is called fushu in Angola and in Zimbabwe we call it sadza.

It’s like having a mother at home. Which I can say are blessings.

Angolan food is spicy and I like it like that. They put a small portion of the fushu which is strange to me because I’m used to larger portions of sadza. It makes me think about how we often share our stories through food and the food we eat send out a bit of our history and even personality.

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