Amara means grace, and grace is the whole idea: to treat familiar food with care, and let it be exactly what it is.
We cook the dishes we grew up on, jollof from the smoke, egusi thick with greens, pepper soup that clears the head, using ingredients from farms we know by name. Nothing is hurried. The fire does most of the work, and time does the rest.
The room is small on purpose. We would rather cook well for a full table than quickly for a crowd.