After weeks of trying to come up with the perfect gift for my mom for Motherâ€™s Day last month, my siblings and I decided weâ€™d make her brunch instead.
And by â€˜weâ€™, I mean @adjoa â€“ who is really the cook in the family, the rest of us are just stumbling along.
It wasnâ€™t hard coming up with what to make, we wanted a meal that combined three elements; it had to be brunch-y, remind her of home, and it had to be healthy.
We tossed a few ideas around and finally decided on a frittata with a side of gari (not to be confused with the pickled ginger condiment!) and roasted vegetables.
Eggs are the ultimate brunch food, Gari is a Ghanaian favourite and the roasted vegetables ties it all together with a healthy kick.
Onions, parsley and sundried tomatoes went into making this a hearty and delicious frittata.
I hear the secret to a fluffy frittata is to beat the eggs well to get in as much air as possible.
I suggested that perhaps we could make our own gari!
It’s basically dry roasted cassava flakes, T&T has frozen grated cassava, surely, it canâ€™t be that hard to make.
Several lifetimes ago, during the period my mom refers to as my magical childhood â€“ when we lived in the middle of nowhere (living my fatherâ€™s dream), weâ€™d make our own gari â€“ I donâ€™t remember the actual process, but I do recall the excitement.
Apparently making your own gari isn’t as exciting as I remembered; it’s in fact very labour intensive and not fun, so we got a bag from the African General Market on Kingsway instead.
The gari is mixed in with tomato sauce and smoked salmon giving it a softer texture, almost like mashed potato but firmer and grainier.
My mom loved the roasted vegetables; and rightly soâ€¦ a little oil and seasoning, a bit of time in the oven and youâ€™re rewarded with scrumptious flavourful veggies. Itâ€™s nutritious, goes with everything and perfect as a side dish drizzled with a bit of balsamic vinegar.
You’ve probably never met my mother, yet I feel I should mention this; itâ€™s really hard to tell right away if my mom likes somethingâ€¦ because with her everything is â€˜okâ€™ initially, she reserves comments until days later and that can get frustrating sometimes.
My mom enjoyed this meal, I could tell when she cleared her plate; and days later she talked about how good her Mother’s Day brunch had been, I for one was glad we didnâ€™t get her that handbag.