My Woman’s Angry Again…Might Be That Time?
For Zambian and Indian women like myself, the foods our grandmothers set on the table weren’t simply comforting—they were strategic. A bowl of roasted sweet-potatoes tossed with ground-nuts, a ladle of turmeric-spiced dal, a plate of ifisashi gently thickened in peanut sauce: every spoonful was timed to a season of the female body. Those dishes […]
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For Zambian and Indian women like myself, the foods our grandmothers set on the table weren’t simply comforting—they were strategic. A bowl of roasted sweet-potatoes tossed with ground-nuts, a ladle of turmeric-spiced dal, a plate of ifisashi gently thickened in peanut sauce: every spoonful was timed to a season of the female body. Those dishes […]
