Below is the same aerial view taken in the rainy season. Notice that the white spots are missing?
So what do you think the spots are? Scroll down after the jump for the answer!Read More
One of my favorite things about going to market is that no matter how many years I’ve lived here I always seem to find something new and interesting.
On a recent market run, I found a small tuber for sale that the Mamprusi call peesa. I found it identified in the Mampruli Dictionary as Solenostemon Rotundifolius with the common English name of “frafra potato.” When I asked those in market if it was a “frafra potato” they all just laughed hysterically. Apparently, they don’t call it that here in Nalerigu and they found the idea of a potato that is Frafra to be humorous.
- Hausa potato
- Zulu potato
- Sudan potato
- Madagascar potato (by the French)
- Chinese potato (by Indians)
- country potato
In northern Ghana folks boil them and eat them lightly salted or peel and fry them. The skin is quite easy to remove when preparing them but it is time consuming since the potatoes are so small and numerous.
We’ve fallen in love in these little spuds and despite their size they taste more like American potatoes than yams and local “sweet potatoes.” Since they’ve been in season this past month, we’ve eaten them often. We’ve boiled them with cabbage, sautéed them in butter, fried them as tiny french fries and even mashed them to make creamed potatoes.
While hiking at the Gambaga Escarpment near Namaasim, we ran into a hunter I had met about a year ago. Back then he had told me he was hunting baboons. I didn’t think it very likely that he’d find any. On this day, however, he had been quite lucky and stumbled across a pack of wild baboons on the scarp. He managed to shoot one and proudly pulled it out for us to see.
Dr. Vince Waite was with us and the hunter recognized him as the surgeon that had repaired his hernia decades ago. He gave us a leg of the baboon saying that Dr. Waite had changed his life and that was the least he could do.
Right then and there, he and his colleague started a fire, burned off the baboon’s fur, chopped it up and gave us our cut. Dr. Waite asked me to prepare for everyone that night. I fired up the grill, slathered on the barbecue sauce and grilled the meat. The paw was a bit disturbing to look at and no one could get themselves to eat it. The rest of the meat was found to be quite delicious!
Baboons are not considered endangered or even threatened in Ghana and are legal to hunt. They are prized for their meat but are also pests, raiding poor farmers’ corn fields around harvest time. This female baboon was reportedly with a troop of over 20 when it was shot and killed near the villagers’ farms.
At the start of rainy season, on evenings after heavy rains, we often get thousands of large flying termites swarming around our outside lights.
Growing up in Ivory Coast, I learned that these little buggers are edible. If you put a bucket with water below a light you can swat the flying insects into it where they’ll be stuck in the water. After collecting a bunch, you then go about the slightly time consuming task of plucking of their wings. By the time you finish and have a mass of termite torsos they will have all drowned and died.
Then you melt some butter in a frying pan and fry the termites up. Add a little salt, and… Tada! Your tasty treat is ready. They all puff up and get crunchy – a great alternative to popcorn for your next movie watching experience.
This is a Nile Monitor (Varanus Niloticus). I was thrilled to catch it today with the help of some Ghanaian friends. It had run up from the river, into our yard, and was hiding behind some wood leading against our house.
The monster measured almost a yard in length and was actually much more docile than I expected. It allowed me to pose it for a Mampruli Dictionary photo in the back of our truck.
The watchmen were adamant about killing it and cooking it. So I insisted that I at least get a cut of the meat so that we could try it (we’ll try about any insect, mammal or reptile). They gave me the tail which I grilled up with some fish for dinner. I didn’t add any seasoning at all so that we could get a good sense of what it tasted like.
It was delicious! No, it didn’t taste like chicken. Closest thing I could compare it to would be gator meat.
As in many places with large Muslim populations, the local butchers observe halal practices, meaning that the meat is slaughtered and prepared according to the Islamic dietary law as dictated by the Quran. In Nalerigu, our primary butchers are in the central market and only deal in cow, sheep and goat meat. For “unclean” meat like pork, you have to find a non-Muslim butcher.
There’s a guy nicknamed Secretary that I go to for pork but on a recent visit, he said didn’t have any pork. I asked what was cooking in the pot and he replied, “Dog.” Always up for trying something new, I bought a hind quarter for about $3.50 and headed home.
It was Friday, which means pizza night, so Heidi put some of the meat on a pizza. Trey complained that it was a bit too chewy. I also took some ribs and flank and roasted them in the oven slathered in barbecue sauce. Trey loved that because it became more tender.
Cuisine in northern Ghana is always interesting!
* Note: My family has pledged not to eat our pet dog Buster.
** Additional Note: The dog we ate had been hit by car and had to be put down. He was not a stolen pet or raised for the purpose of becoming a pizza topping.