Catapult | I Give Up

Giving Up Meat Made Me Love Cooking Nigerian Food Again

Cooking without meat has forced me to be creative in the kitchen and expanded the confines of my world.

Here’s a memory: I’m six or seven and my mother is in the kitchen making stew. It’s a laborious process that begins the night before, or days before actually, when she buys beef from the store, hacks the meat into more-manageable chunks, and then trims the fat. She boils the beef in a combination of onions, thyme, salt, and pepper, and then—this is the part I love—she fries it.

It turns out that the path of least resistance has its perks.