No doubt you've started to think about doing your Christmas shopping. I'm halfway through mine, I decided to start in September this year and I'm glad I did. The older you get, the more children there are to buy presents for and it's a bloody nightmare. Some of them I honestly cant even remember how old they are. Gone are the days when I could just buy a couple of presents for family and friends. Christmas should be called Cripplemas, it will cripple you by the time its done. So the best advice I can give anyone is - start shopping early.
A couple of weeks ago in Belsize Park, I stumbled across the pepperandstew range outside Budgens. I was pleasantly surprised to find an African food product with none of the slap-dash labeling, awful contrasting colours and a grinning, fat 'mammy' type face staring back at me. This product brands itself in a style up there with Pataks, Uncle Ben and others. Finally I thought to myself, someone out there has taken the time to nurture and transform the way African food products are branded and produced.
You wont believe it but at one point in my life I just stopped eating Jollof rice. I grew sick of it. Sick of eating it every time I attended a wedding, a christening, a 7 day and sick of eating it on Sunday or at Christmas, Boxing day, Easter, Easter Monday and the list goes on. As for the separate gravy that came with it...well, where do I start? I'm sorry but where do people get off with meat cubes and onions sitting at the bottom of the serving dish with oil floating around on top? It was like watching goldfish rise to the top of stagnant pond water when I put the spoon in to serve.