EverydaywithUche

Step by step process on how I made this delicious and yummy pot of vegetable plantain porridge with a touch of sweet potatoes, with plenty crayfish, ugba and smoked fish😅😅 hey ndiomam una good evening ooo, it's my first time cooking this and it came out very yummy, anyways will you eat or pass?

Step by step process of how I made this delicious and yummy pot of stew on a beautiful Sunday afternoon 😋🍲

I added a little bit of crayfish and omo, the taste was heavenly! 🤤✨

Hey ndi ọma, how una dey ooo? Happy Sunday, my people ❤️

But let’s settle this matter 😂👇🏽
Do you add crayfish to your stew or not?

Team Stew with Crayfish 🦐😋 or Team Stew without Crayfish? 😂👇🏽

Step by step process on how I made my wellness drink 🍸 with cucumber 🥒, pineapple 🍍, green apple 🍏, ginger 🫚 and lemon 🍋, hey ndiomam how una dey? This is a must try for everyone oooo

Hey ndiomam ooo 😍😂

Breakfast is served ooo 🥹☕🍞 Akamu, hot akara and fresh bread! Honestly, if you grew up in an African home, especially in Nigeria, you can definitely relate 😂

Growing up, Saturday and Sunday mornings had a special kind of sweetness. You would wake up to the smell of akara frying from the kitchen, and somehow, that smell alone was enough to drag you out of bed 😂😂. Mama would be in the kitchen shouting, “Come and eat before this akara finishes!” Meanwhile, you and your siblings would be fighting over who got the biggest akara 😭😂

The pap would be hot, the bread would be soft, and if you were lucky, there would be enough akara for everybody to eat to their satisfaction 😂. Sometimes, we would even use the akara to form different shapes or count how many pieces everybody got so nobody would cheat 😭😂😂.

After breakfast, the real weekend adventure would begin. No phones, no social media, no pressure to take pictures or make content 😂. We would go outside and play until our parents started calling us back home. Life was simple. The little things gave us so much joy.

Looking back now, I realize we may not have had everything, but somehow, those days felt so full. The laughter was genuine, the food tasted sweeter, friendships were innocent, and life just felt less complicated 🥹❤️

Honestly, growing up was such a beautiful experience. Sometimes I wish I could go back just for one Saturday morning… wake up to the smell of akara, sit down with my siblings, dip hot bread inside my pap and enjoy life without a single worry 😭😂❤️

If you grew up eating akamu + akara + bread on Saturday or Sunday mornings, gather here let's reminisce 😍😂👇🏽