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The small chops economy
The last party I attended was the wedding of a colleague's daughter, and before I arrived, I had already made a firm decision that I was not going to eat small chops. I know myself well enough to know that small chops is one of my major weaknesses, and with my current attempt to eat better, I was not interested in testing my willpower against warm puff-puff, samosa, spring rolls and peppered chicken when I already knew how that contest was likely to end.
So when the food came around, I quickly settled for a small portion of amala, gbegiri and ewedu. It was strategic; if I ate something early enough, then by the time the small chops began making its way around the hall, I would hopefully be full enough to decline it without feeling deprived. It worked, and I left the party rather pleased with myself, although watching those trays move around the room made me wonder how many other people had arrived that afternoon with equally good intentions, only to find those intentions becoming considerably less important when the small chops appeared.
There is something about the arrival of small chops at a Lagos party that brightens people's faces, and I have watched it happen too many times to think it is accidental. No matter how engrossed everyone appears in conversation, the appearance of a tray somewhere in the room attracts a certain quiet attention. People continue talking, occasionally glance at their phones and generally maintain the appropriate level of sophistication, while somehow remaining completely aware of the waiter's location and whether there will be any portions left by the time he reaches them.
Then there is that first bite of puff-puff, particularly when it is warm, soft inside, slightly crisp outside and sweet without being overwhelmingly so, which brings an amount of pleasure completely disproportionate to its size. I suspect this is also why small chops has been the downfall of many a fit-fam journey, because we don't quite treat it as proper food and therefore don't always account for it as such.
A plate of jollof rice is a commitment, and amala, gbegiri and ewedu certainly require you to acknowledge that you have eaten, but small chops allows us a degree of plausible deniability. One puff-puff hardly feels consequential, the samosa is small, the spring roll even narrower, and the peppered snail disappears quickly enough for you to convince yourself that nothing substantial has happened. By the waiter's third visit, you may have consumed far more than you intended while remaining quite sincere in the belief that you did not really eat at the party.
Small chops also occupies a useful middle ground in Lagos social life, somewhere between "I am too sophisticated to sit down with a full plate of rice" and "i don't want to appear rude by refusing the host's hospitality". You can take a few pieces, continue your conversation, preserve most of your lipstick and dignity, and avoid having to negotiate a large piece of goat meat while dressed in your finest aso-ebi.
Then, of course, there is the theatre, because somewhere along the evolution of Lagos parties, merely serving small chops apparently stopped being enough. What once arrived quietly on a waiter's tray can now be accompanied by music, dancing servers, smoke, sparklers and elaborate serving contraptions, with enough choreography to momentarily distract attention from the celebrants themselves, particularly if the likes of skewered ram or goat is a part of the entourage. I have watched entire halls turn towards these processions, phones raised to record the spectacle, as the servers dance their way between tables.
There is something wonderfully excessive about it, but it also feels completely at home in Lagos, where we have become particularly good at turning the smallest elements of a celebration into an experience. Beneath all the fanfare is also something quite familiar about us, because whether it is a wedding, birthday, naming ceremony, corporate event or government function, feeding people remains part of our language of hospitality, while accepting what is offered is one of the small ways we acknowledge it.
Small chops has adapted itself perfectly to that exchange, being informal enough not to interrupt a conversation, substantial enough for a host to feel that something has been offered, small enough for those of us watching our weight to negotiate with our conscience, and frivolous enough to make people genuinely happy when they see it coming.
I managed to resist it at my colleague's daughter's wedding, helped considerably by the strategic intervention of the ever faithful amala, but I am under no illusion that this represents a permanent victory, because there will always be another Lagos party, another tray making its way across the room and another moment when the smell of warm puff-puff makes all the promises made before leaving home suddenly require fresh consideration.
Lagos in the heart of DC
About 36 hours ago, I was sitting in a 4-month old restaurant in Washington DC, eating Nigerian food, listening to our music and looking through a menu that I found far more interesting than menus ordinarily deserve to be.
We had been invited by Chukwuma Ideh, the owner of the establishment, who was inducting Mr. Governor into the restaurant’s hall of fame, and I was intrigued by the idea of a restaurant called Lagos district sitting so comfortably in Washington DC, three minutes from Capitol Hill and the centre of American administration, with Nigerian food on the tables, Nigerian music in the room and a gathering that increasingly began to feel like home had followed us across the Atlantic.
The menu helped; there was Alimosho jollof rice, Badagry catfish pepper soup, Ikorodu egusi, Egbeda seafood okra, Ikotun original okra, Agege peppered turkey, Mile 2 boli and mackerel and Ojota tilapia, and I found myself smiling as I went down the list. Somehow, Chukwuma had managed to turn the geography of Lagos into dinner, banishing international borders.
The evening itself had its own surprises. I ran into a Queen’s college classmate whom I had not seen in some 20+ years, met people from different corners of the country who have built lives, careers and businesses in America, and met Wale Adebayo, who played Sango in the film Sango. I loved that film and still consider it one of the finest adaptations of a Yoruba deity that Nollywood has produced, so meeting him all these years later, of all places in Lagos District, was quite a nice surprise.
What I enjoyed most about the evening was the way so many familiar things simply coexisted without needing much explanation. The food was Nigerian, the music was excellent, conversations moved easily between Nigeria and America, and Chukwuma himself had that familiar Lagos hustle about him, the kind that makes someone leave home, build something thousands of miles away, confidently put Lagos on the door and then proceed to put Alimosho, Badagry, Ikorodu, Agege and half the city on the menu.
I am still thinking about how easily food does what geography sometimes cannot. Nigerians will travel, settle, adapt and build lives almost anywhere in the world, but apparently we also travel with our jollof, our pepper, our music and a stubborn craving for the familiar.
I am proud to say that somewhere near Capitol Hill, Lagos has found itself a rather nice little district.
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