When I watch food programs on Netflix like ‘Somebody Feed Phil’ or the late Anthony Bourdain marching through the streets of Asia and tasting all the delicious street foods, I am filled with envy and a strange kind nostalgia.
We call it the greasy fry ups, all-day breakfast and a host of other names. British hotels are famous for making it. Hotels in different countries serve it. In Britain builders and construction workers love it! Yes! It is eggs, sausages, baked beans, fried tomatoes, fried mushrooms, fried tomatoes, black pudding, and toast. The full English breakfast in all its processed glory! I do not eat black pudding. That is going too far, but I have begun a habit of eating these on Sundays. I happily gobble it up and have it for breakfast or brunch.
The head of the stockfish which I imagine the Norwegians used to toss in the bin is a particular favourite in many parts of Nigeria most especially the east as it adds an extra flavour that enriches the soup.
However, Lagos as a city is filled with a composite lifestyle of rich versus poor, and clean versus dirty, depending on the side of the divide you encounter. It equally smells, is full of thieves, hawkers and kidnappers, and has a thriving silicon valley.
When I was growing up in Nigeria, my nourishment for how Christmas was celebrated in the West were steady diets of American movies. We considered British movies to be boring and too realistic for comfort and would only watch British comedies.