28/07/2025
My mom always said the ocean had secrets — and she cooked every one of them into her soup."
Here in Uyo, home wasn’t just a place.
It was the scent of firewood smoke in the backyard.
The rhythm of her pestle in the mortar.
The way she hummed softly as the pot boiled — like the sea itself was singing through her.
And then came her Fisherman Soup.
Not just any bowl. This was magic.
Catfish that melted in your mouth.
Crab claws cracked open with love.
Clams, prawns, shrimps, snails, perewinkle — all swimming in a broth rich with tradition.
A few sprinkles of okra danced in it, just enough to catch the light.
And the spices? Aromatic. Wild. The kind that warmed more than your belly — they reached straight for the soul.
Every time she served it, I knew something special was happening.
Not just a meal, but a memory in the making.
Today, we now recreate same and even more at our Cuisine Biggies Delight .
Same deep flavor. Same fire.
And as I took that first spoonful, something in me paused —
Like she was right there again… standing barefoot in the kitchen, smiling.
Funny how a bowl of soup can carry you back home.
— Biggies
What beautiful memories do you also have about your mother's cooking? I would love to read about it in the comment section.
