The Waakye I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Waakye and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the smoky and warming was right, kontomire cocoyam leaves was handled the way it should be.

the debate over Ghanaian versus Nigerian jollof rice is a celebrated West African rivalry. Growing up it was always a market jollof rice stall, which shaped my reference point entirely. Club Beer alongside it is the only way it makes sense to me. It's hard to be objective about food you have emotional history with, but objectively: this is very good.