the poignant flavors and spices that aroused my taste buds to jolt. met the tips of each digit on my hand and put a smile in the depth of my tummy. again. it had been too long. that we had been apart. and i suppressed my excitement when we met face to food. i blessed it. then carefully pieced a ball into my tips and softly wiped up some soup to flavor it. it was good. it was magic. i was satisfied with the fufu that was prepared. nothing like a dish that can have your mind traveling to the country of its origin. i miss home.
