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The mallam at our street corner never measured anything — the yaji lived in a calabash and the recipe lived in his hands. This is the closest I've come to that newspaper-wrapped magic.
In our house, Sunday wasn't Sunday without the thump of the pestle. Egusi is patience food — the melon seeds must fry gently in palm oil until they clump like scrambled eggs before any liquid touches the pot.
Real party jollof needs the 'taste of firewood' — that smoky base note you only get by letting the bottom layer catch just a little. My aunt guarded this recipe for twenty years; the secret is bottled here, minus the argument about whose jollof is best.