Remember Mama Put?
I am not referring to the sophisticated mama put sold in Ghana High or Mama Calabar. Nope! I am longing for the really native mama put I used to buy in my very early teens (we could only buy it when my parents were out, if not they would strangled us kids – literary of course). You know the one I am talking about – it’s carried around in a large metal basin on the hawkers head and the stew in a little basin placed on top of the big one? The rice was wrapped in banana leaves and the stew was always more oil than tomatoes but tasted WKD anyway? You always knew the mama put hawkers where around because you could hear the little tune they used to beat on their basins with a wooden stick they carried around with them.
Chei, just the thought of it is making me so hungry. I am positively salivating. To this day, I don’t know how those people got the stew to taste that way. There were lots of rumours swirling around in those days as to how but not something I want to go into here – might put you off mama put for life.
Hmmm, I wonder if they still sell rice wrapped in banana leaves and stew that way…