The ‘Forgotten’ Groundnut Pyramids Of Nigeria

Kitchen Butterfly

I am not a party girl; I’m a food and talk girl. Informal dinners with friends and conversations that go on and on, and on and on, way past dessert and midnight… hmmm, that’s what this post reminds me of, and I’m filled with nostalgia, a bitter-sweet longing.

Okay, so I’ve just romanticised epa (Yoruba for peanut), but that’s what Kitchen Butterfly has done also—weaving tales about how Nigeria was, in between telling us how to boil groundnut. Word connoisseurs, and lovers of history, photography, fine food (groundnut), would enjoy this as much I did.

“The past may hold treasures, still remembered but the future is bound in hope, in belief and in the knowledge that with life, all things are possible.” Continue…  http://www.kitchenbutterfly.com/2013/08/08/the-forgotten-groundnut-pyramids-of-nigeria/

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12 thoughts on “The ‘Forgotten’ Groundnut Pyramids Of Nigeria

  1. I remember the groundnut pyramids from naira notes when I was growing up. Never saw them in real life, but had no idea they no longer existed. How sad. The Nigeria I knew no longer exists. On to happier subjects. I love groundnuts. I have to go get some raw ones and boil.

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    1. Meanwhile, I have that cookbook she referred to. Very simple, easy to follow instructions, lovely pictures and great recipes. Thanks for introducing me to yet another food-themed blog. I love food.

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      1. You’re welcome. I’m not big on cooking, call me when the food is ready please 🙂

        But I like what Kitchen Butterfly does on her blog, turning food into art. I like the photos and the stories she weaves around food. I also like that she provides related content that’s informative.

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  2. Interestingly, when you mentioned discussions that go way past dessert and midnight I just remembered relatives who refuse to leave until they empty your kitchen- even your garri container! Random, yes lol. Groundnut is good too…remember how sellers have different “agolo” and “Derica” sizes. Ahh good times! 😀

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    1. Lol @relatives who refuse to leave until they empty your kitchen! My most enjoyable memories involve friends, conversations, and food.

      Different sizes… agolo & derica… I remember buying small cellophane satchets of boiled groundnuts from hawkers in traffic. Shelling and eating the boiled groundnut was a good way to while away time.

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  3. Thanks for the link to Kitchenbutterfly’s post. One cannot forget the feeling of settling down to feast on boiled groundnut. Last year, my fiancée prepared a bowlful of groundnut for my friends and I while we were watching a football match (I believe it was Arsenal vs Chelsea). O boy! You need to see the facial expressions of my friends. “Correct…correct!” They all chorused. Half way through, everyone became his ozn vigilante just to ensure that he wasn’t cheated, LOL.

    I love boiled groundnuts:

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    1. Lol @ ozn vigilante! I can just picture the scene.

      You are welcome. I love boiled groundnuts too. Something about breaking the shell, and chewing on the salty, soft insides… letting time fly, in the company of those you care about…

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  4. Its so touching to see Lagos looking like that, i will love to go back to time just to see it like that.

    Well about the groundnut or peanut, you need to eat the ones made in Rivers State, one is called Omoku groundnut_its a wao, then the sweetest of all the Buguma groudnut, its dried with sun, smell like suya, infact i will stop and wait till you come to Rivers then i give you a treat of diffrent groundnut parties

    c ya

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