Mango Pineapple Smoothie
I’m not a big smoothie girl but my girl, Liz, who is also my sister in love is a smoothie freak or should I say she’s a health freak. She recently came to visit me and found an a lot of fruit that my dad sends me each week that I juice. I never remember to eat them.
The Weekend Project: Sautee Nduma with onion and eggs
There certain dishes that my mama could never make me eat when I was a kid. Most times it was the super healthy stuff like dark leafy greens, pulses like ndegu (green grams) , cow peas, ngwaci (sweet potatoes) and definitely nduma (arrow roots)
I hated nduma. Up till now I do not have a liking for ndumas. I will take ngwaci any day over ndumas. I really do not like how they taste. They are a bit like ugali, just something, I believe, people eat and love because they have had it all their lives not because it’s so tasty. It is super healthy too. So I guess that makes them quite a win.
Coz nduma is not something I like, I rarely eat them. When I make them at home the Mr will enjoy them. For me I have to do a little something extra to them to to make them more palatable or interesting. Frying them in butter makes them really tasty. But adding some onions and eggs to it. Just makes it 10x better. Let me know what you think.
Happy cooking!
Ingredients
- Ndumas, boiled and sliced in circular shape.
- Onions, sliced
- 2 Garlic cloves, crushed
- 4 eggs
- Dhania, chopped
- Butter
Instructions
Melt the butter in a pan, add the ndumas, Let them brown a little. Then add the garlic and onions. Once the ndumas are completely browned turn them.
Sprinkle the dhania then break an egg on top of the nduma mixture. Let it cook to your liking.
Serve hot.
Ndumas Ksh 100 Onions Ksh 10 Garlic Ksh 5 Eggs Kesh 60 Dhania Ksh 10 Butter Ksh 10 Total Ksh 195
Per person Ksh 49
Chicken Polony Grilled Sandwich
When we were kids my dad would take my brother Kiboi and I with him when he went shopping. We loved it. For some reason the memory I have is of us going in the evenings. We would go to and buy this place to buy ham and my dad would make the butcher give us polony to taste. It was always either polony or honey glazed ham. As kids this would really really excite us. Sometimes he would then have it weighed then give us more slices and we would munch away feeling like the luckiest kids in Nairobi at the time.
