EXPAT FOODIE: COOKING DISASTERS

by missfootloose on October 2, 2010 · 13 comments

in Africa, Expat foodie, Food, Ghana

Don’t you just love going to dinner parties?  They’re especially fun when you live in a foreign country, where as an expat you tend to end up having an eclectic group of international friends who often have exotic stories to tell.  Here’s the tale of one such an interesting evening when my man and I lived in Ghana, West Africa.  We’d been invited to a dinner party at the house of our German friend Kurt, along with several other friends.

BEANS ARE GOOD FOR YOU, ARE THEY?

The theme is Italian, which means fresh pasta from the Italian shop, Italian wine, and freshly ground parmesan cheese.  Kurt is elated at having found this wonderful Italian shop, on a side street off Oxford Street in the rockin’ neighborhood of Osu.  Since the customer before him had just bought out their entire supply of Chianti (four bottles) he was offered advice on which other wine would work well with his menu. We sample the wine, and connoisseurs that we all are, we agree, this wine will do:  It is red and it is dry.

Flowers decorate the table, as do candles stuck in old Chianti bottles he must have saved from a prior gustatory feast, and a pretty table cloth with handmade lace sections.  Russian, he says, but it fits the table and since there are no real Italians at our table tonight, we’ll just let it pass. (Kurt lived and worked in Russia for some time.)  A famous opera singer is busting his gut on the CD player.  Except for the table cloth, it’s all so wonderfully Italian.  Kurt loves putting on theme dinner parties.  A couple of months ago we were treated to a Russian feast, with caviar, vodka, borscht, the works.  We may live in tropical Ghana, but don’t you feel sorry for us.

While we enjoy the scrumptious food, we discuss cooking disasters, which is always an entertaining subject, don’t you agree?  We’ve all had them, but our friend Marley’s story beats all, and leaves us gobsmacked.

Marley didn’t know how to cook when she first got married and now the mother of three, she still does not.  She has embraced this defect in her female genes without regret.  Tony, her husband, does the cooking for their family of five. Once you’ve read this story, you will agree this is a good thing.

However, in the early years, Marley tried, really she did.  As she tells us this, her eyes brim over with pathetic appeal:  Please, believe me!

In the early 80’s, newly married, she and Tony worked for an aid agency and lived in the draught stricken north of Ghana.  Cooking was a challenge because there was almost no food available locally to actually do this with.  They were dependent on food shipments sent by the agency that would arrive at certain intervals, sometimes late, sometimes half-eaten by bugs or crawling with weevils, sometimes not at all.  The local population was not so lucky.  They had to survive on what was available locally, and it was famine time.  They suffered from hunger and malnutrition.  Kids with terrible extended kwashiorkor bellies were everywhere.  This is not the funny part.

One day Marley had made a heroic attempt at producing chili, a spicy American bean dish of Mexican origin.  She cooked buggy dried red beans, some pinto beans, added canned tomatoes, you know, the usual stuff.  Then she did something else that will forever be a mystery.  Somehow, she managed to make the chili inedible, a concept almost unknown in this part of the world at this time in history, under the present deprived circumstances.

Bubble, bubble, lotsa trouble

Neither she nor Tony could stomach the stuff.  Picture them now sitting at the table, trying to chew it and swallow it.  The door is open to catch whatever warm draft might want to come in and stir around the stifling desert heat.  And there, standing in the open door, are the village children, staring at them with hungry eyes and big bellies.

They offer them the food.

The kids attack it.

Then draw back, in disgust.  They refuse to eat the beans.

They leave, hungry.

We are in awe of this tale.  I feel that Marley needs a medal for the courage to tell this story.  How bad were these beans?  What had she put in them?  Too much hot pepper?  No.  Too much salt?  No.  She does not know what went wrong.  However, whatever it was, it will forever prove she has a magic touch in the kitchen.

Black magic.

The pot of chili ended up on the garbage disposal place in the yard behind the house, which was never much of a heap since the local people plundered it regularly looking for treasures.  In these desolate, impoverished parts, everything was a treasure.  Empty cans, pieces of string, dirty tin foil, anything edible.

The only thing that remained of the trash heap was the beans.  Nobody wanted them, not even the scrawny goats and mangy dogs that had managed so far to escape slaughter.  Apparently even nature was rejecting the stuff, since it did not decompose or degenerate for a very long time.

What had Marley put in the pot of chili for seasoning?  Formaldehide?

* * *

Tell me your cooking disasters!  Just don’t send me a sample.

Related Posts with Thumbnails
Share

{ 12 comments… read them below or add one }

Welshcakes Limoncello October 2, 2010 at 7:51 pm

Love this tale. Poor Marley!

Reply

missfootloose October 12, 2010 at 10:22 am

You being a great cook, you must feel real pity!

Reply

Madame DeFarge October 3, 2010 at 4:03 pm

Poor her! After all that effort. I don’t really cook for people, so avoid disasters, only by being too lazy to do the inviting.

Reply

Mara October 3, 2010 at 5:01 pm

Last spring I invited my parents over for an Italian meal. I had an easy recipe for the pasta, dessert was scrumptious and garlic bread is not too hard to make. Well, my first try at the garlic bread produced glass in it. So I threw it out. My pasta I made myself and was turned into a big pastaball, because I had forgotten to flour the stuff properly. When I then used store bought pasta, it also turned into a pastaball. And even though the dessert was scrumptious, it also failed spectacularly. The only thing that went right that evening was the salad: a bag of salad, tomatoes and mozzarella and dressing out of a bottle!

I might invite them again sometime soon and cook properly this time!

Reply

Andrea DeBell - britetalk October 3, 2010 at 7:43 pm

Hi! I’ve had too many cooking disasters to tell. My main thing is forgetting the food and ending up with a burned food.

Great story. Made we want to live in another country with exotic friends and interesting parties. 🙂 Loving blessings!

Reply

MaryWitzl October 4, 2010 at 2:57 am

I’m in awe of that story too. I wonder if her hand slipped on the salt? Or maybe she did what a friend of mine did once and used cinnamon instead of cumin? My husband will never forget being able to buy two kinds of flour in his neighborhood in Sudan, with or without weevils.

I made a cheesecake for a party we had when we lived in Wales, and I was in a terrific hurry so I didn’t notice that I’d managed to drop the foil seal from the double cream carton into the blender when I was mixing the cream cheese, eggs, sugar and cream. My guests were really good sports about it. They kept picking bits of aluminum out of their cheesecake. We had a little plate full of tiny aluminum splinters by the end of the meal and I felt like crawling under the table.

Reply

Nancy Atkinson October 4, 2010 at 11:38 am

This cracks me up! I made noodles once with peanut butter in the sauce that was uneatable. It went from one bite to the garbage. I’m sure there are other stories my family can tell, but that one sticks in my mind.

Reply

Laura in Cancun October 4, 2010 at 1:02 pm

Once I was cooking noodles and tried to pour in a bit of salt. Well… much more fell in. I figured it didn’t matter since the water would be drained after cooking, anyway.

I was wrong.

Here in Mexico, if you don’t know how to cook, they say, “Se te quema el agua”, which means “You burn water.” haha

Reply

GutsyWriter October 4, 2010 at 3:46 pm

Funny story, although was it formaldehyde? I know I cannot eat catfish because I think it’s going to smell like the dogfish we dissected at boarding school and the smell of formaldehyde makes me sick.

Reply

Lady Fi October 6, 2010 at 11:53 pm

A woman after my own heart!

I still can’t cook, although occasionally the stuff I bake turns out OK. My kids love burnt food because they don’t know anything else… 😉

I started off on my path of disaster by boiling cabbage without water… It’s been all downhill since then.

Reply

guyana gyal October 9, 2010 at 7:07 pm

I blame the beans, not poor Marley 🙂

Once, extremely tired, I fell asleep just after putting on an egg to boil. The water dried down, the egg turned black.

Reply

missfootloose October 12, 2010 at 10:42 am

@ Madame DeFarge: Not cooking for company is one solution! As long as you get invited and have fun meals with friends at their places!

@ Mara: That was a disasterous meal! Fortunately your guests were your parents and may forgive you more easily 😉

@ Andrea DeBell: Glad you enjoyed my story. Of course we all have had cooking disasters, and burning the food is often one of them. As long a you have good friends, it’s not the worst thing that can happen.

@ MaryWitzl: I love the two choices of flour: with or without weevils. Ah, the expat life. It aint all Paris!

@ Nancy Atkinson: Noodles with peanut sauce? Doesn’t sound bad to me–I have a delicous recipe! It’s a cold eastern-inspired rice pasta salad. But of course, that can be ruined too. 😉

@ Laura in Cancun: too much salt, well even pasta water has its limits 😉 “You burn water.” I’ll remember that!

@ Gutsy Writer: I was just wondering about the formaldehyde. Can’t imagine why else the beans didn’t decompose! I love catfish — had it last night. Sorry!

@ LadyFi: Boiling cabbage without water is rather a trick. Burned cabbage is not an aroma that appeals. It must have hung around the house for a while. Fortunately you have other talents. Your photos are stunning!

@ Guyana gyal: Yes, I’ve done that experiment myself! Boiling an egg until all the water goes. Then things do get interesting.

Reply

Leave a Comment

CommentLuv badge

Previous post:

Next post: