IN THE KITCHEN WITH Abigail Mbalo
When I was a kid, I was the problem child. I didn’t want to eat, but I loved being around my mom in the kitchen. In the house where we grew up – a shared four-roomed house in Gugulethu – there was always lots of cooking. When we ate, everyone sat together, the kids on the floor. That’s the memory that made me embrace food.
In my second year, my mom died. Most of the dishes I made were influenced by what she cooked. My favourite was similar to jollof rice. For slow-cooked foods, like, she would start the pot on the gas, take it off and cover it with blankets to continue cooking.
