Southend getaway

Sometimes the most spontaneous things turn out to be the most fun.

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For some odd reason, London’s temperature hit 30 degrees, which is quite peculiar for this time of year. It’s currently pissing down so I’m here with a cup of tea in my candle- lit room listening to Cherry Wine.

To me, rainy days are the best. I get to sit at home and read or go to warm coffee shops and write.

Sunny days are quite nice, don’t get me wrong, I’d just rather wrap up. The trip reminded me so much of my childhood. The times when my sisters and I would go to the seaside town of Ruislip with our Nana. We did everything we used to- built sandcastles, buried my little brother neck-deep in the sand and laughed like we hadn’t in such a long time. It reminded us of the fun we used to have as children, even though we weren’t all there. For me, I had time to think. I walked up and down the seashore, close enough that the I could now feel damp sand and the occasional swash and backwash of the waves.

We eventually left for the real adventure, to walk the world’s longest Pier. It took half an hour but every second felt magical. I had to tell my little brother to stop talking and relish the now. There’s something about not doing anything, I call it ‘being in the now’. As I shut my eyes, I felt the reflection of the blazing sun pierced down unto the water. The sound of seagulls and the swash of the waves, the smell of salty seawater and that evening sea breeze just before sunset. It was all so beautiful.

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An ode to summer 

It’s the sun and the heat and the cool evening breeze. The meandering around hidden streets for no apparent reason.

It’s the outburst of rain like a roughly caressed water balloon.

It’s the terraces with booze- filled glasses. The laughing and sharing of the day’s tales.

It’s the picnic in the park and exhaustion of summer reads. The month-long holiday or weekend getaway.

For the few months you spoil us with these rituals, we will always be grateful.

Kowadakowa

The Serpentine Pavilion 2015
The Serpentine Pavilion 2015

Nostalgia dodo 

Whilst reading a story from “the thing around your neck”- by Chimananda Ngozi Adichie and listening to the pitter patter of the summer rains, I got this sudden urge to be in Lagos. A longing to be back in the tropics during the raining season, reliving my childhood. I don’t know why, but to satisfy this longing, I decided to make some dodo with a spicy sauce to dip.


It’s not a meal on its own but I think this will be perfect for a cocktail party or as a starter dish to share. Definitely one for the books.

Dodo is pronounced “dough- dough” and is a nigerian take on making plantain, a banana type grown in the tropics and then deep- fried to a crisp texture.

For the barbecue chicken sauce, I used left over roast chicken from Sunday lunch, half an onion, some garlic, barbeque sauce, Olive oil, some chilli for that kick and then some salt to taste.

For the dodo, cut up the plantain into thin slices and then seasoned them with a pinch or two of salt and then deep fried them in really hot olive oil.  It all took about 20 minutes to make.


Let me know how yours goes.
Sincerely,

Namir.