My cooking experience

My cooking experience has been a worst thing as a female child. Whenever my mum is in the kitchen that's when I have one thing or the other to do for myself so that’s an automatic excuse to be in the kitchen. Cooking was very tough for me back then but cooking has always been my dream. I don't know how you will love to cook in your imaginations and you can't cook

It happened when my mum and dad were not around that was like 2009. My mum is someone that likes trying or challenging someone so she put a call through the telecom(the general telephone) She said in the next 35mins we will be home and you know what.... I and your father are famished. All you need to do is to make any swallow food of your choice for us then the ended the call.

I was in a dilemma, at first I cant prepare any food of my choice. I went and came out of the kitchen like 8times thinking of the first thing to do….in my mind I chose AMALA. I shouldn’t have choosen any food, I should have just rested my head.

I ran into the kitchen, lighted the gas, placed some water in the pot. I couldn’t leave the kitchen I sat in the kitchen till the water boiled. I opened the lid and said some prayers. God please I wouldn’t want to dissapoint my parents because they are very hungry right now I wouldn’t want my mum to come into this kitchen to cook again after all the stress.

The water was still boiling, poured in some Yam flour(elubo) into the water, it started popping out hot water on my hand, ehhh God give me strength to continue stiring this thing so it can come out well. I couldn’t turn it well on fire I brought down the Amala so I could turn it well after multiple turns I almost fainted my hands were aching badly and placed it on fire again.

I had to stay with it because my dad hates burnt foods while my mum hates unwell cooked foods so I have to treat both condition. This time the kitchen had turned upside down while the stool was already on the cabint, the broom on the sink, bowls on the floor, some Yam flour ( elubo) on the floor, spilled water on the floor ……..

I heard the horn at the gate, I ran to open the gate….i didn’t greet them I ran back inside the kitchen to finish the mess I've caused. They alighted from the car as my mum was coming to the kitchen I ran to meet her, collected the loads from her, greeted her and diverted her way to her room to freshen up so she can enjoy the delicious meal I had made.

They came out of the room so tired and I served their food hot. I was happy and making mouth that they are about to eat the best food ever. You wont believe I made the worst food ever. When the opened their food to eat I noticed my mum was struggling with the hard-sticky Amala while my dad was removing lots of lump from it. They took just 2 swallows.

My mum thanked me, and just took the food to the kitchen, went to her room brought out some cereal with milk for herself and her husband. Then went to bed quietly. I was so ashamed of myself.

I didn't mean to make the food bad I said to myself. I tried my best.

I remembered when I was in my first year in the university. As my mum was packing my food stuff I was just disturbing her to buy me Melon(egusi) to make soup. She went to the market to get the Melon as they were taking me to the park. I loved the way my mum made hers on a beautiful Sunday like that.

Came back from lecture on a Friday and decided to make the melon soup. The only thing I could remember was how I lamented that day about the soup. The only person that could comfort me was my mum when I called to tell her my egusi soup was looking like a fool(didirin). She told me the next time I would be coming home I should bring back her melon…….

But now I can boastfully say I'm the best cook in my family. Anytime I prepare food for my Dad now he can't spoil but to hail me for making delicious meals. My little brother just reminded that I'm the best cook in the whole world right now😊😊😊

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