Tamarind Sauce


I had always wanted to step into Nyali Golf Club just to experience the ambience and understand its general setup. I am not yet a member of any golf clubs not because I don’t understand golf but just because.

Finally the day came.

Dressed up, we showed up 10 minutes before time so as to create a good impression. 15 minutes past time, other attendees started trickling in and 15 minutes later the event started. Tea and snacks was served after the meeting and unlike usual, I opted to go last. Impression matters.

That decision did not disappoint.

At the end of the line, there she stood. Dark and rich with melanin yet humble and easily ignored.

I dished her out so dismally on my plate because I had already prejudged her thinking she will be just like these other girls we meet on the side of the road waiting to be served alongside viazi karai.

You were different. Elegant & maturely different. You were hot, sweet and tangy at the same time. Illicit. I chose to forsake all others and said ‘I do’ to you. At that point, I confidently marched up to the Chef whom, coincidentally, was serving. After general complementaries, i asked for the recipe because I wanted this girl to be mine forever. The moment the question left my mouth, I could have sworn the Chef’s mood snapped. He gave very brief description of how i could capture you and walked back to the kitchen.

This beauty had become elusive. Again.

After chit chat here and there with a couple of people we bid our goodbyes and went back to the car but my unfaithful mind was already in an illicit affair.

So, I patiently retreated, regurgitated the brief memory I had of this dark elusive beauty and restrategised. With every and any opportunity to go out, I would look for her, call out her name, describe her to all and any that bothered to hear me out but everyone thought I was crazy. I never gave up hope. Never gave up.

Then I bumped into her. When I saw her again I vowed to ensure I grasped her, studied her and at least got to know her name if all else fails.

Luckily, I did. Now she’s mine and she’s here to stay.

Ingredients

100gms ukwaju/tamarind

2 cups water

Half a cup sugar

Half a teaspoon salt

1 tablespoon red chilli

1 tablespoon cumin powder

1 tablespoon coriander powder

Add water to a pot and the ukwaju and bring to a boil for 15 minutes.

Using a potato masher or (ugali) cooking stick and stir with the aim of removing the paste from the seeds.

In a separate bowl, sieve.

Place the ukwaju extract in the cooking pot under medium heat on the cooking stove. Add the sugar and stir it in till it dissolves. Once it starts boiling, add the remaining ingredients and continue stirring. Taste to see if you have a hot, sweet and tangy taste. If not, add and adjust ingredients to desired taste.

Cook her down to desired thickness.

Once the desired thickness is achieved, turn off heat and transfer to serving bowl.

Dear Lord, I can’t seem to have enough of her.

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