Recipes

Sunday Lasagna and a Garden-Fresh Salad

June 8, 2026 Lulu LeeLeave a comment

After working all night, I came home this morning feeling tired but determined to make something special for my family.

I haven’t been eating much meat these days, but my family loves my homemade lasagna. It had been months since I last made it, and for some reason, today felt like the perfect day to bring it back to the table.

As soon as I got home, I started working on the sauce. I browned about half a pound of ground turkey and then turned my attention to the vegetables. I gathered one large bell pepper, five sweet peppers, two large onions, one steak tomato, and two carrots. After blending everything together, I added the vegetables to the turkey and let the mixture cook down into a rich and savory base.

Next came the seasonings.

If you’ve been following my recipes for any length of time, you already know that I rarely measure anything. I cook the same way my mother and many home cooks before her did—by instinct. A little ginger, basil, garlic, seasoned salt, and chicken bouillon found their way into the pot. There is no exact science behind it. I taste, adjust, and trust my senses.

After about fifteen minutes of cooking, I added a store-bought pasta sauce. Normally, I make my sauce from scratch, but after a long shift, convenience won the day. Sometimes good enough is exactly what we need.

I lowered the heat and let everything simmer together for another fifteen to twenty minutes while I prepared the rest of the ingredients.

The oven was preheated to 350 degrees, the baking dish was waiting on the counter, and three different cheeses were ready to go alongside the oven-ready lasagna noodles.

Then came my favorite part: assembling the layers.

Sauce.

Pasta.

Cheese.

Repeat.

There is something almost therapeutic about building a lasagna layer by layer. Maybe it’s because you can already imagine the finished dish before it ever goes into the oven.

After forty-five minutes of baking, the house smelled amazing.

While the lasagna rested, I stepped outside and harvested fresh lettuce from the garden. I paired it with tomatoes, carrots, and baby spinach we already had on hand to create a simple side salad.

I had every intention of making a cheesy garlic bread to go alongside dinner, but by that point exhaustion had caught up with me. After being awake all night and spending the morning cooking, I decided the garlic bread could wait for another Sunday when I had a little more time and energy.

And honestly, that was okay.

Sometimes a meal doesn’t have to be perfect to be meaningful.

Sometimes it’s enough to gather around the table with the people you love, share a homemade meal, and enjoy the fruits of your labor—whether they come from the garden, the grocery store, or a recipe you’ve been making for years.

Today’s meal reminded me that caring for the people we love often happens in simple ways. A warm pan of lasagna. A fresh salad from the garden. A quiet afternoon after a long night’s work.

Those small acts of love matter more than we realize.

Recipes

Chocolate Chip Banana Bread and Quiet Morning Memories

May 22, 2026 Lulu LeeLeave a comment

Some cravings come out of nowhere. This morning, I woke up thinking about chocolate chip banana bread. Not just the taste of it, but the feeling attached to it. The warmth of it. The comfort. The kind of recipe that somehow carries memories inside of it.

That thought immediately made me think about my mom.

She was not a big baker, but banana bread was one of the things she made so well. Hers always had nuts in it, and it was honestly hard to stop eating once it came out of the oven. The smell alone could fill the entire house. Over the years, I tried to recreate that recipe, but one of my children has a tree nut allergy, so I had to make changes. Eventually, chocolate chips became the replacement, and somehow it turned into its own tradition. Different from my mother’s version, but still connected to her in a way that matters.

Today happens to be junk food night in our house, so I decided to lean into the craving and make a loaf for breakfast. Nothing fancy. Just comfort food made from what I already had sitting in the kitchen.

I used:

6 very overripe bananas
2 cups of flour
3/4 cup of sugar
1/2 cup of extra virgin olive oil
1/2 cup of semisweet chocolate chips
1 1/2 teaspoons of baking soda
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
A dash of cinnamon
A dash of cloves

I also meant to add a teaspoon of salt, but completely forgot. Honestly, that happens sometimes when you cook from memory instead of from a recipe card. I figured I could always spread a little salted butter onto a warm slice and call it even.

The bread came out soft, sweet, and full of chocolate in every bite. Exactly what I wanted.

Right now, I’m sitting here with a warm slice and a cup of coffee while the rest of the house is still asleep. The kitchen is quiet. The sun is barely up. And for a moment, life feels still in the best possible way.

Sometimes healing looks complicated. Sometimes it looks like rebuilding traditions in ways that fit your current life. And sometimes it looks like standing in your kitchen early in the morning, making banana bread that reminds you of where you came from while creating something new for the people you love now.

There is something beautiful about recipes evolving through generations. A little bit of memory. A little bit of adaptation. A little bit of love in every version.

Recipes

A taste of home

May 2, 2025August 23, 2025 Lulu Lee2 Comments

Affiliate Disclosure:
This post may contain affiliate links. If you click through and make a purchase, I may earn a small commission at no additional cost to you. Thank you for supporting my writing and this blog.

Growing up in an African household, cooking was woven into our daily routine. My grandfather was a radical in a sense. He knew how to cook, bake, make his own moonshine and so much more. I spent a small part of my childhood with him and my grandmother. Those two shaped my life, my love of learning, gardening and cooking. Grandma didn’t write down her recipes. Neither did my mom. I am grateful that I have kept the recipes of many childhood treats. These meals are among my favorites.

In the attached video you will see me frying puff-puff, and this is such a versatile dish. It can be an appetizer, breakfast, or dessert. My kids especially liked it when I made puff-puff for their multicultural events at school.

To make puff-puff the way I remember it, you don’t need much — just flour, yeast, sugar, and warm water. But what makes it even better is having the right tools. I use a sturdy mixing bowl to combine the ingredients. I use a heavy cast-iron Dutch oven to fry them to golden perfection. When the puff-puff is done, I rely on a slotted spoon to lift them safely out of the oil. I do this just the way my grandmother did with her old kitchen tools.

My Kitchen Essentials for Puff-Puff

Slotted Spoon – makes lifting puff-puff out of hot oil simple and safe.

Mixing Bowls – for stirring and letting the dough rise.

Cast-Iron Dutch Oven – keeps the oil hot and steady, perfect for frying puff-puff evenly.

These are almost ready.

Puff-puff is a simply dish that I like to the menu on a regular basis.

African Puff-Puff Recipe

Ingredients:

2 cups plus 2 tbsp of warm water

2(1/4) tsp of active dry yeast

3(1/2) cups of all purpose flour

3/4 cup of raw cane sugar

1/2 tsp of salt

Olive oil or any vegetable oil

Optional items

1/2 tsp of nutmeg
1/2 tsp of powdered ginger
1/2 tsp of cardamom

Instructions:

Mix 2 tbsp of sugar, warm water, and active dry yeast in a large bowl. Set the mixture aside for 5 minutes, or until it becomes foamy.
In another bowl sift the flour then add the remaining dry ingredients.
Pour the dry ingredients into the yeast mixture and mix with either a hand held mixer or with a spatula.
Cover up the batter and sit it in a warm place in your kitchen. You can use a proving draw of you want. Wait for about 1 to 2 hours and the batter should have doubled in size.
In a large saucepan, pour your oil until it is about 1/3 to 1/2 of the way full. Warm it up on low heat.
Test your oil by scooping a small amount of the batter and pour into saucepan. If the batter remains on the bottom of the pan, wait! Your oil is not hot enough. If your batter rises to the top of the pan within seconds then you are good to go.
Most Africans scoop the batter with their hands and simply drop small dough balls into the hot oil. Don’t overcrowd the pan. It will affect cooking time. In some cases, it will make your puff-puff chewy.
Fry the dough balls for a minute before turning them and cooking for a few minutes. Wait till they are golden brown.
Placed the dough balls on a tray/plate covered with a paper towel to soak up excess oil.
Set aside and cool off before serving with either powdered sugar, a savory sauce or just as is.
This treat is prepared differently , depending on which part of Africa you are from.
I am a product of Sierra Leone and this is how I remember it being made.

Thank you for stopping by 🙂