grand-dishes | Iska Lupton and Anastasia Miari | undefined

Hi all,

A little update from us again.

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We recently appeared on BBC Radio London with our Hackney Granny, Tigger. Lots of people since then have asked to hear more from Tigger and we can happily oblige. Below is an excerpt from Grand Dishes; the background to the recipe Tigger chose to cook with us.

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Anastasia + Iska xx

 

When Tim (my husband) and I lived in Uganda in the late 1950s, we’d have this Peanut Chicken stew almost every week. He was a doctor over there and I delivered Iodine oil capsules to remote villages. Every Monday at the local hospital, they’d wheel all the patients out into the gardens and hose the hospital down. Any chickens caught wandering in the wards were taken and put in a pot, and a peanut stew was made for the patients. The doctors would give advance warning and say, “if you don't get your chickens out, we're having them."

 

Seeing people who haven't got any food makes me wild about the way people consume food and then waste it. When we delivered the iodine everybody we went to would give us lunch. Sometimes we'd eat three lunches and people hadn't got enough food for themselves. Very often, if they were well off or if they thought we were important enough, we got chicken and it went with peanuts. They'd have tiny little coin-sized plastic bags with enough spices in them enough for one meal, because it's all they could afford to buy. Now to be faced with twelve choices of everything at the supermarket is bewildering to me.

 

 

 

 

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