Story by Julie George, sharing her love for Plo
This one pot wonder could bring about memories from just about every phase of my life here on St Helena.
Some memories you thought you’d forget but comes back on a day when I’ve rushed to cook a pot, (as you do because it’s such a go to dish for a quick and easy meal) but on the occasions when I just didn’t get it right because I added just a bit too much cayenne, or got a little carried away with the sprinkling of some sugar, these days remind of my dad cooking plo for us as kids on the few Saturday’s when my mum worked at Salts shop. It was guaranteed on these Saturday’s he’d cook us up a pot of pilau but it would never come up to mums, it would either be too spicy or a little too salty but nonetheless it was pilau and we always enjoyed it after teasing him as well.
Then on the rare occasion that I now make it to Ruperts for a leisurely ride or even to Sandy Bay, the smell of smoke from the makeshift fire grates and Rajah curry powder next to the salty air of the South Atlantic this brings back memories of our teenage years when the way to get out of the house on school holidays would be getting together at Ruperts and lighting up a fire and cooking a good old pot of pilau, like Robin said everyone had an ingredient to bring, of which many a time someone would forget something but we improvised. Writing this make me feel nostalgic for those days of my youth once again especially with some of those friends being far away but it brings a smile to think that whenever they do come back there will always be an occasion to relive those moments with a good old pot of pilau.