The way you painted the memory of Aunt Nneka under the mango tree stirred something deep in me. You didn’t just share a recipe, you shared a legacy, a whole world wrapped in flavour, family, and culture.

Abacha has always been one of those dishes that remind us that food is more than nourishment, it’s memory, it’s ancestry, it’s belonging. That quote, “This is not just salad. This is memory, child,” hit me like a warm breeze from home. Goosebumps.

Thank you for this rich offering. The visuals, the step-by-step guide, the backstory, everything came together so beautifully. I left this post feeling full in more ways than one. You’ve done justice not just to a dish, but to the heritage it carries.

🫶🏾 More than a meal, this truly was a movement.
Your storytelling is flavour on its own.