Fufu phooey!

We have two new employees, an accountant and a management trainee. Modupe, our new accountant is Nigerian, but is married to a Ghanaian minister and lives in Accra. Since she took the job here, she has rented a room where she stays during the week, then heads off to Accra on the weekends. Nii, our new management trainee, is another graduate of Ashesi University, which I think I described when Rose joined us last year. He is a city boy all the way, but is eager to learn, has lots of energy and is discovering the bush one pothole at a time.

Shortly after they joined us, we decided to go out for a group lunch. Rose was jonesing for a bit of fufu and they swore there was only one good fufu joint in town. In my opinion, the term “in town” was a bit of a stretch. We drove about 5 kilometers for a GHC 1.00 – 2.00 lunch (between 70 cents and $1.40). They were right about one thing, though, the place was all about fufu and the various soups with which it is served. In a pretty efficient assembly line, we placed our orders, the fufu came out in bowls, we selected our soup, and made our way to a table where a separate vendor (specialty retailer?) provided our soft drinks.

My fufu experience is limited, but this was not the best I’ve ever had. However, the group seemed to rave over it, so maybe my taster is not properly Ghananianized.
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