From Khartoum to New York: A Taxi Driver’s Journey Through Sudanese Food
Bismillah... It Starts With Food Every morning before I start my shift driving my yellow cab through the busy streets of New York, I drink a hot cup of cinnamon tea, close my eyes for a moment, and imagine home. Sudan. My Sudan. Not the Sudan you see on the news, but the one that lives in the smell of roasted peanuts, the bubbling sound of mullah on my mother’s stove, and the sharp, warm taste of kamounia cooked with love and fire. They say when you leave your country, your stomach never does. That is true for me. I came to New York ten years ago, driving taxi day and night, but my heart – and my appetite – stayed in Khartoum. For years I tried to recreate the flavors of my childhood, but something was always missing. Then, alhamdulillah , one night during a slow shift, I found a website called myplanetfood.com . That night changed everything. I finally found so many Sudanese recipes, written in simple words, with pictures that almost made me cry. So today, let me take you on a small...