For me, the first dish I learnt to cook was banga rice (as it has come to be known now).

Back then, being in the village on holidays, we were allowed to explore freely, so it was more of me experimenting with ingredients than actually learning to cook a particular rice dish.
So, with fresh ingredients and a fireplace at my disposal, there was no restricting my imagination and creativity.

I remember that day because it was the day the whole family (adults to be precise) were going to work together to process and extract palm oil from all the palm fruits we had harvested, so it was no easy work, was going to be a long day, and the adults were much too busy for any of them to make lunch for the children.
So, after they were done cooking and pounding the palm fruits, I asked for permission to collect some of the pounded palm fruits, I extracted the juice(oil), poured it into a clean pot and proceeded to cooking.
The firewood turned coals from the fireplace were still blazing, so it was such a great opportunity to make the most of before it was put out, and I took it.
It would've been a waste if the fire was put out without making the most of it.
So, while cooking, I just somehow knew what I wanted in the food, or maybe it was more of making the most of what was available.
I wasn't even afraid to fail because I explored free mindedly, and I was under no pressure.

At the back of our (village)house, we had a small garden of herbs and peppers which belonged to my grandmother, so I plucked some fresh nchuanwu (known as scent leaves) and peppers from there, took some rice, dried fish and crayfish and made the most delicious experiment my family had ever tasted!

Longsleeve:
My first food was rice.. I was 15 then..

I added maggi till I was satisfied..the food sweet die..

mariahAngel:


Just maggi?

illicit:
To make Eba

mariahAngel:


It doesn’t count.

illicit:


How

mariahAngel:


Did you cook it?
Did you eat it by itself?

illicit:


I made just eba, I didn't make the soup

Probz:
Jollof rice.

mariahAngel:


Give me a reason why it should count as a first dish you made.

mariahAngel:


Jollof or jellof? ‘Cause you know they’re not mates right?

illicit:


Shebi I boiled the water and added Garri and I turned it

I wasn't old enough to make soup then or my mum won't let me, maybe I would have tried

The first time my sister made vegetable soup, she didn't cut the root, lol she cooked everything....

Probz:


The difference being?

Probz:


The difference being?

Longsleeve:

Jollof rice is the normal one that's not too sweet .

Jellof rice is the sweet one..the one wey under dey burn..

mariahAngel:


I beg your pardon!

Jollof is the one with authentic recipe, while jellof is the anyhow one.

Longsleeve:

Jollof rice is the normal one that's not too sweet .

Jellof rice is the sweet one..the one wey under dey burn..

mariahAngel:
For me, the first dish I learnt to cook was banga rice (as it has come to be known now).

Back then, being in the village on holidays, we were allowed to explore, so it was more of me experimenting with ingredients than actually learning to cook a specific rice dish.
So, with fresh ingredients and a fireplace at my disposal, there was no restricting my imagination and creativity.

I remember that day because it was the day the whole family (adults to be precise) were going to work together to process and extract palm oil from all the palm fruits we had harvested, so it was no easy work, was going to be a long day, and the adults were much too busy for any of them to make lunch for the children.
So, after they were done cooking and pounding the palm fruits, I took permission to collect some of the pounded palm fruits, I extracted the juice(oil), poured it into a clean pot and proceeded to cooking.
The firewood turned coals from the fireplace were still blazing, so it was such a great opportunity to make the most of before it was put out, and I took it.
It would've been a waste if the fire was put out without making the most of it.
So, while cooking, I just somehow knew what I wanted in the food, or maybe it was more of making the most of what was available.
I wasn't even afraid to fail because I explored free mindedly, and I wasn’t under any pressure.
At the back of our (village)house, we had a garden of herbs and peppers which belonged to my grandmother, so I plucked some nchuanwu (known as scent leaves) and fresh peppers from there, took some rice, dried fish and crayfish and made the
most delicious experiment my family had ever tasted!

Longsleeve:
My first food was rice.. I was 15 then..

I added maggi till I was satisfied..the food sweet die..

duchaB:


Very interesting.
But was the palm fruit pounded in the Odo with the aka of the Odo?

And how can you be so sure it was delicious let alone using the adverb "most"

Well, my first was Nasco quality cornflakes..

ahnie:
I can't even remembered mine!
Hilarious comments by the way!

mariahAngel:


Madam Ahnie try to remember nah...

mariahAngel:


I beg your pardon!

Jollof is the one with authentic recipe, while jellof is the anyhow one.

breadplanets:
I helped my mom boil meat that she will use to prepare soup when she comes back in the evening....lets just say it wasn't my time to die yet i was 10