It was October 23rd, a seemingly ordinary day. But in the kitchens and food labs of history, something quietly remarkable was happening. Close your eyes for a moment and imagine a bustling workshop in early 19th-century France. Candles flicker, wooden barrels line the walls, and a determined inventor kneels over a strange bowl, sealing jars of food in glass containers. That inventor: Nicolas Appert, the pioneer of food canning. Born in 1749–1752, Appert would eventually publish his findings after 14 years of trial, error and persistence and play a crucial role in how we preserve food today. Meanwhile, across the ocean and closer to what we might call comfort dessert territory, another food story was unfolding. Because yes, on this...
It started with a spice jar. One Saturday morning, I reached for my paprika — the one I swear I’d just bought — and realized I couldn’t find it anywhere. So, I began to shift things around… and that’s when I saw it: tiny specks of dust on my spice rack, streaks on the backsplash, and crumbs hiding behind the toaster like little secrets. What began as a quick “wipe and go” turned into a full-blown kitchen deep clean — the kind that leaves you sweating, satisfied, and somehow proud of your gleaming counters. We spend so much time in our kitchens cooking, tasting, laughing, and creating. It’s where stories begin, where recipes come alive, and where Flourish Spices and...
There’s something sacred about the sound of a pot bubbling on the stove. Ask anyone who grew up around real home cooking, and they'll tell you — it's not just about food. It’s about moments. Laughter shared while peeling yams, grandma humming while turning the ogbono, the aroma of pepper soup sneaking through every corner of the house. Homemade meals hold memories. I remember the days growing up. My mum would start cooking early — the kind of early where dew was still clinging to the grass. You’d wake up to the sharp scent of blended ata rodo and tomatoes already frying in hot oil. You knew it was going to be a good day, because rice and stew were...
It’s Saturday morning. You're feeling inspired, flipping through your recipe book with one hand and sipping zobo with the other. You’ve decided to make that legendary native rice — the one your cousin still talks about from the last family hangout. You reach for your spice stash, grab that pack of curry… and then pause. Something smells off. You sniff again. It’s dull, lifeless — nothing like the bold, fragrant aroma you remember. Spoiler alert: your spices have expired or lost their magic. And the culprit? Improper storage. Spices Have Feelings Too Okay, maybe not feelings… but they’re definitely sensitive. Heat, moisture, light, and air are the enemies of fresh, flavorful spices. Expose your spices to them, and you’ll go...
Let me tell you a quick story. A few months ago, I visited an old friend. We were laughing, catching up, and doing what Nigerians do best—eating. She served me a plate of steaming jollof rice (my weakness), fried chicken, and a colorful side of coleslaw. It was delicious, no lie. But halfway through, I noticed something strange. My tongue felt funny. My stomach started to rumble. And by the next day, I was sipping herbal tea, swearing off “outside food” forever.Turns out, the flavor-packed seasoning she used was a cocktail of unpronounceables—chemical-laced, sodium-heavy, fake spice imposters. Here’s the hard truth: some of the foods we’re eating, even the ones we love, are slowly doing damage. What’s Hiding in Your...
