I performed chefly duties…
Growing up as a teenager I didn’t know how to cook delicious meals. Whenever I cooked, it usually had one problem or the other. It is either the salt is too much or not enough or the food is burnt and watery or the whole food will not have a definite direction, taste or have an inviting look. My mum and my immediate elder brother tried teaching me how to cook but I wasn’t just ready to learn. With my terrible cooking, I wanted to open a catering outlet so I could make money feeding innocent Nigerians. My family members nicknamed me “madame catering caterer” and they were very merciless whenever they taunted me with that name.
After my JSS3 exams that I was home, my dad wanted to visit my younger sister in school and asked me to prepare the food to be taken to her on the visiting day…she was in the boarding school. Madam Abby of God that I am prepared concoction rice and beans for the visit. Brethren, the food did not have any head, tail or even fingernail. The beans wasn’t even soft before I added the rice and the oil was swimming alongside with the other ingredients on the top of the food while the whole thing deliciously burnt away. That food was the best mess I ever concocted in my life. I can’t remember what happened to the food again but for me to remember this incident, the result must have been very epic.
I finally got my acts together in the kitchen when I was in 200 level in the university. I had a roommate from Delta state who was a professional in the kitchen. Whenever she cooks, I will always lick my fingers and request for more of her food. Sometimes, I exchanged money for the food or provided the ingredients while she cooked. She loved cooking so much that she started cooking my meals for me and we operated a sort of “joint pot” arrangement.
At a point, I got bored with having to depend on a fellow lady like myself for my meals and I asked her to teach me the secret to her great cooking. She obliged and that marked the beginning of my prowess in the kitchen. I discovered that she cooks patiently by allowing all that she is cooking to follow due process. She never rushes anything while cooking and has the patience to boil her pepper dry and fry her egusi crisp no matter how hungry she might be. She pays great attention to the tiniest of details and uses a controlled level of fire so her things do not get burnt. I was the direct opposite and was always in a hurry because I only cooked when I could no longer bear the stomach ache or hunger no longer.
Over the weekend while I was home, my mum wanted to cook JOLLOF rice for about 50 children as part of my dad’s birthday celebration and I opted to help her with the cooking. I told her not to bother herself because I was a PRO in the kitchen??? now and not the clumsy cook or “madame Catering caterer” I used to be some years back. Luckily, she agreed and I got to work on that fateful Sunday morning. I wasn’t afraid because I have become an expert in the kitchen. I am not the catering caterer madam she used to mock those ooooooooooold days. I am now a big girl looking to relocate to my husband’s house soon.
I didn’t fall her hand or mess up as my village people were expecting. I fried the stew till the extent that my mum begged me to release the innocent pot from my fire.
The meal was delicious to the glory of God and the koko irin and firewood that I used. Now I can go and open another Transcorp Hilton in my village and not poison anybody with terrible meals.
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