Fufu and Sundays are like 5 and 6
In Ghana, Sundays already have a rhythm to it. When you're walking home from church and you're passing by all the neighboring houses, you start hearing the to... to... to... sounds which means you know the food they're cooking in the house for dinner, fufu.
People do not just eat fufu Sundays because they like to, it's just been a culture they were trained with. Our traditional fufu is one food the boys definitely have the contribute because there will be pounding the cassava which they mostly see as a guy's job while the girls stir till it's soft and ready to be eaten.
One person may be peeling the cassava while another is varing the soup to check on it. Some children may go for water. All these things, make fufu a meal that includes the family and make the moments memorable. And of course there's always the Dad or Mom who paid for the whole the waiting the meal to be ready so they can eat as family.
Your light soup or groundnut soup or pepper soup is on standby while the pounding is happening. The most interesting thing I could remember years ago is competing with my elder brothers on who's stronger and it's determined by how many times you can pound and how much control you have over the pistol.
There is a lot of time and energy put into fufu.
When I smell the food cooking, I can feel the calm in the house as I'm passing by. If it's done right it's one delicious Ghanaian meal.
When I hear the to...to...to sound, I know that the Sunday is complete, otherwise, it feels like we missed a whole thing.