Pick your grain

Few smells are as familiar to me as that of sorghum – a distinctive sour aroma that seemed to fill the entire room as my grandmother opened the Tupperware container in which it had been fermenting. And for me, nothing offers more proof that food is truly a vehicle for emotion and memories.

The smell of sorghum always conjures up the image of my Koko – who has since passed – aged but still regal, stirring away at the coal stove to make our favourite breakfast