Fathers, Daughters and Food: 7 Women on Their Favourite Food Memories
When fathers and daughters have really close bonds - it’s beautiful to see. But even in the absence of such perfect relationships, a few memories pop up with fondness.
As a self proclaimed foodie, it may interest you to know that I strongly suspect this trait is courtesy of my dad - he loves his food. No surprises therefore that I have a number of food filled memories with or relating to him. That would be a post of its own.
But for Father’s day today, I asked women to share memories, anecdotes, stories of their fathers and food. Read on as 7 women share happily: from cooking to eating habits, experiences, lessons and love - and don't forget to share yours too in the comments.
I remember when my elder sister had made Tuwo in Food and Nutrition class then decided to come home and make it for us. She put the cooked rice in every single device we had in the house; blender, pounding machine, mortar. The end result was woeful. Of course she had spent the whole day on it. My mum wasn’t home and left her in charge of lunch. She tried to force us to eat but the minute she turned her back we tried feeding it to the dogs! But even they didn't eat it - so we had to dig a hole and buried it.
My dad on the other hand sat there eating it and praising her just so he won’t hurt her feelings. That's truly how he was - no matter how terrible the food may have been he would eat it with love.
F, for her Nigerian Father.
To put it simply, my dad eats very loudly and energetically, and it’s really the only aspect of his life I see him become enthusiastic about he slurps his food and chews really loudly. Ham and toast makes me think of him a lot, because it doesn’t take much to please him, food wise
And whatever we don’t manage to finish, dad is there to save the day!
S, for her Vietnamese Father
Anyone that knows my dad knows he loves food, and he has extra love for meat. But here's what I realized as I grew up; that more than food, my dad loves eating with loved ones. I didn't always understand or appreciate why he was this way. He likes being surrounded by a lot of people and I'm better off with a much smaller intimate crowd.
My dad grew up in a small town in Osun State. His mom, one of five wives. I don’t even know how many kids my grand dad had, but one thing they always did was eat communally literally from the same bowl/pot every day. My dad is truly happiest when he is surrounded by family and friends, sharing a meal, or snack, or eating roasted groundnuts as he tells stories at home; as a groundnut lover myself, my Garri and groundnut is guaranteed!
So, I always make time to enjoy a meal with my dad and hear his stories. Whenever I'm home, my idea of a daddy-daughter date is to go to the near by buka, without fail; my dad has been a faithful customer for decades (to my mom's chagrin, she's not a fan). I order Amala with gbegiri, ewedu, and stew with beef and snails. His answer is always yes and he pays. Win - Win.
My dad loves food, but more than that he loves family. Oh, My dad always makes time to praise the chef - as a true foodie. I too enjoy sitting around with family and friends, sharing stories and asking questions (just with smaller groups). I guess you could say that in my own way, I'm my father's daughter.
D, for her Nigerian Father
My dad pretty much taught me all essential life skills - to drive, swim, change a car tyre, use a fire extinguisher, fix electrical wiring and much more. So, it's not surprising that when I was only 8 years old, he taught me to cook and I prepared my first ever meal.
One day, he got back from work and my brothers and I were alone at home as our mum wasn't back from work. My brothers and I were hungry. So my dad took us to the kitchen and showed us the ropes. We prepared yam pottage that day because we had a food timetable and that was on the menu for the day.
Just like all the other life skills, he taught us to cook too - an essential skill for survival.
M, for her Nigerian Father
Stews remind me of my father. Okay, scratch that, it's just one type of stew. In Kenya the Kikuyu tribe have expertise in only one stew that is made of potatoes our staple food, beef, peas, carrots all swimming in a thin soup.
Food to my dad equals meat but eating out as kids was not something he welcomed. He always wasn't up for it but when he went, he always tried to make us leave as fast as possible
I have learnt that I should never let him cook. This one time I was unwell and dad instead of asking me to fry him some githeri (boiled maize and beans mix) he decided to do it himself. I was shocked to find that he hadn't peeled the onion, he just cut it and threw in excess oil. Imagine my shock!
T, for her Kenyan Father
One food in particular reminds me of my dad. Agidi - that white tasteless jelly-like food made from maize. Growing up we hardly made Agidi at home but purchased from a woman who lived down the street as an accompaniment for goat meat pepper soup.
My dad has always been an avid partaker in demolishing morsels of 'swallow' (eba, fufu, wheat, semovita). More recently however, for health reasons his diet had to be tweaked drastically.
And alas, Agidi came to the rescue as all forms of 'swallow' were banished. Agidi was no longer restricted to pepper soup. No; It became an accompaniment to every single thing, including our Nigerian stew - as rice and yam were also sent packing from my dad's meal options. My mum makes it regularly now, and every single time I see Agidi, I see my daddy.
D, for her Nigerian Father
My favourite food memory of my Dad is chicken wings - he loved them so much! As kids we were told it was wrong to eat that part of the chicken and believed this home-created fable for the longest time. I also fondly remember how he took us out for lunch every Sunday after church. He absolutely loved Lebanese food and we had a favourite spot in Jos called Sharazad. They hands down had the best falafel and hummus! Other popular dining spots with my dad was New Yorker in Ikeja and a Chinese restaurant on Allen Avenue.
Lastly I learned to cook by trying out several recipes on my dad. Not everything tasted great at first but I became an expert soon after... and took over preparing family meals. My dad was definitely adventurous with food and I miss him a lot!
D, for her Nigerian Father
I could relate with so much on here! New Yorkers ice cream was a fave for me as a child, and we never cooked Agidi at home. I didn't like it, but mum loved it with pepper soup. And while my father ate very enthusiastically and loved meat, he didn't quite like cooking!
Happy Fathers Day to all the Fathers out there! Do you celebrate this day much?
What fond memories of food do you have with your dad or do your kids have with their dad. Tell us!