For Rosie
During our two year stay in Nyala, the capital of South Darfur, Rosie and I would eat Ful five or more times a week. It is delicious and, surely, it must be addictive.
What is Ful Medames?
Alan Davidson explains that ful a variety of the Fava bean, or, as it is known in Europe/America, the Broad bean, Vicia faba. t is strange that I hate British Broad Beans (the alliteration begs capitals!).
Ful is brown, British Broad Beans are green. Sudanese/Egyptian beans have been dried, whilst in the UK they are eaten fresh. It is strange that I hate British Broad Beans (the alliteration begs capitals!). I assume the cans of ful I am now able to buy here (of which more anon) must be rehydrated before canning.
We would stroll down with a Scots couple working alongside us in local secondary schools, and who lived around the corner to the major crossroads where there were a conglomeration of local outside eating-joints. We had a favourite as it made us feel welcome. On the short walk home we would stop at a small Eritrean famine/war refugee-run shop that sold baclava, pistachio nuts and all. Yum! They doubled-up as a tailor shop in the day.
To bring our "wives" into an all-male street cafe, eating outside etc in a Muslim society at 6 o'clock at night might beggar your belief ... but Darfur, believe it or not given the current situation (I cannot speak for the rest of Sudan), is culturally a very tolerant society. Yes - if Rosie and her Scots colleague finished work earlier than their spouses, they wouldn't eat lunch at our busy crossroads joint, but they did find a quite backstreet cafe where they would not be hassled by rough misognyist types.
Back to ful ...
I cannot do more justice to the subject than Alan Davidson's entry in the Oxford Companion to Food, too long to quote here. But the Wikipedia entry is also well-written and provides a couple of links on how to prepare it.
In Darfur it could be ordered "plain" or garnished with grated local cheese - a hard, pungent and spiced (carroway, cumin, poppy seed? Ican't remember) cheese that came in thick twisted "plaits". Oil poured over and eaten with flat unleavened bread. You could add a hard-boiled egg and accompany it with a tomato side-salad.
The enormous ful saucepan must never stop from one day to the next - more ful was just added to last night's left-overs.
Once a week I would choose what one might call Dal for a change.
About two years ago a young Lebanese businessman (and now not the only one) opened a supermarket here. I didn't visit for over a year but was eventually persuaded to ... only to find cans of ful and hummous. Flabbergasted, I have become a regular customer!
Unfortunately, he does not import tahini, so I cannot make my own hummous (chickpeas are widely available here - and I did bring back two jars of tahini - one dose left !).
2 comments:
I have never heard of this dish - does it taste good?
It is superb! I'd almost say addictive!
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