A Grandmother's Kitchen in Accra
Every great story starts with a memory. For Enoch Odu, it was the smell of his grandmother's kitchen in Accra, Ghana—the smoky sweetness of Jollof rice cooking over an open flame, the sizzle of Suya on the grill, the warmth of a home where food was love made visible.
She never measured anything. A handful of this, a pinch of that. Yet somehow, every dish was perfect. She taught young Enoch that cooking wasn't about following recipes—it was about understanding the soul of food, the stories each ingredient tells, the connection each meal creates.
"Go back and get it," she would say, quoting the Akan proverb of Sankofa. "Remember where you come from, and let it guide where you're going."
