CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It didn’t take ten minutes for Lamisi to empty her bowl of the eba and okra soup. She sighed in contentment as she rested against the seat. “Please don’t tell my mom, but that was the best okra soup I’ve ever eaten in my life.”
The eba, as they called it in Nigeria, made from gari, a dried and then fried cassava, had been mixed with hot water to give it a more solid yet sticky consistency for shaping and scooping out the stew-like soup by hand. She hadn’t been embarrassed to lick her fingers once the food had disappeared.
Blaise placed a single finger over his lips. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“What do you do when your mother comes to visit?”
“I warn Aunty Vida not to cook as well.”
The older woman laughed as she came to the table. “As if I could downplay the gift
