I'm not a foodie,but I have taste for good food and good things. I can say no to food when it doesn't look good and appealing even before having a taste of it, afterall the eyes eats first. For this week I'll I'll writing on the topic below:
Tell us about your best or worst overseas food experience, [a country other than your own], explaining where it was, where you were eating and what; also tell us what was so good or bad about it. Was it the food itself, the company, location or experience?
In my secondary school, we had a chaplain who was very spiritual, up and doing and as well wanted us to enjoy ourselves too. So when we were about to graduate he broke the news that we'll be going on an excursion trip to Ghana, as a Nigerian I was very excited as it was the first time I left the borders to a different nation.
I went to my guardian to use her phone cause I was a boarder, informed my parents about the plans and they gave me their full support. Went ahead to make the necessary payments needed for the trip, which included getting the ECOWAS passport and other miscellaneous.
It was a one week trip, I left home on Monday and returned on Sunday. We left for Lagos were we checked into a hotel, the next day we continued to Ghana. It was a really long trip with the plights that came with it but that's not my major focus in this post.
When we finally arrived, we quickly checked into our different room to freshen up then came down for lunch. We were served Eba and Egusi soup and it was nothing to write home about, the sight alone was a big turn off for me. Our chaplain said the chef was working in a Nigerian restaurant before but I really didn't see what she learnt there.
I was encouraged to eat even if it was a few balls, closed my eyes tight for each swallow I had and really it wasn't worth it. I've never really been the swallow person so I assumed this was never meant to be better, I relaxed to wait for another meal to confirm my doubt and as expected they didn't disappoint again.
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The next meal was supposed to be jollof rice, you know the way we've always been bragging about Nigerian Jollof VS Ghana jollof? That was when I saw why it was so. Nigerian jollof remains unbeatable, the taste is different and the difference is in the taste. The only exciting about the meal was the big chunks of chicken that came with it, so I made do with that and ate to my fill cause aside that it wasn't edible at all.
We stayed for a couple more days and I even fell sick, from eating rubbish and trash in the name of meals. I don't know if it's because I wasn't used to the meals and maybe with time I'll adapt to them, but really I wasn't impressed. I finally returned home to relax and eat, and in no time I cam back to life.
This was 7 years ago and I had no good phone then to even snap and keep memories, but it's all good.
