Jollof rice... ah, that is a famous name, but for me it is just *pulao* with a different fight. That smoky bottom, the *burnt*, they call it precious. For my budget, *burnt* means I used fewer tomatoes, the water dried too fast, and now the pot is difficult to clean. My *ammamma* would scold me for wasting a *kooda* of rice, not praise the smoke.
My special thing is the fan in our coconut shed. When its sound mixes with my small speaker's music, even my sad tomato *pulao* tastes a little like celebration.
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