Hi friends, I believed you are doing great and your week has been awesome.
You see cooking is one of my favorite past time, I love to cook unless I am practically lazy to do so. But my induction ceremony into the cooking university was a disaster, Lol
You see I grew up with grandma. She was an unconventional grandma, whose philosophy about life and child rearing was on another level. She doesn’t buy into the notions of only girls learning and knowing how to cook, doing house chores and handling laundry while exempting the boys. Nah not when you are staying with grandma. She made sure a child of any gender under her care knows how to cook and such are brought up with home keeping skills.Every child under her care was taught domestication and home keeping.
Every one of us living with her then knows how to use the rocky grinding stone to grind pepper, locust beans and anything grind-able. Thats why I am somehow appalled when many millenials find it outright stressful and a time consuming activity using the grinding stone, oh well what do I know?.
And to encourage us especially in the cooking department, we are often showered with affectionate and encouraging words like ” no matter how awful the food anyone of us cooked, no one is permitted to raise objection to eating it!”. And sure enough the idea of not sure whether your food will bee eaten no matter how horrible it may turn out is settled
Prior to my first time of cooking real meal, I had always been engage in the background process of buying things, grinding stuffs and general errands in the kitchen. I was the last born so fortunately those ahead of me agewise has been tasked and perfected their skills of cooking great food which I relished.
A day came; I can’t recollect what happened. Perhaps the person whose turn it was to cook that day was sick or something. Grandma practically came to grab me from where I was playing football with street mates, show me around the kitchen, instruct me to cook dinner and then walk out of he kitchen.
She had expected me to make use of the knowledge I have gathered while hanging around the kitchen ,which she thought should be sufficient enough. It was a rather mild drastic decision. To increase my confusion, none of my siblings were allowed into the kitchen until I was through.
I was about to concort a terrible concortion if only she knew
Light the stove- check
Parboil the beans, rewash and precook- check
Empty the striped corn into the pot mix – check
Add spices and condiments – sparingly check
Add palm oil – grudgingly check
Add salt – fearfully check
Result: An oversaturated oily and salty dinner – a disaster
I ecstatically ran to grandma to inform her that I was through. Her reaction when she tasted the dinner was da bomb!. She refuses to make comment but gently pat me on the back and dished out the content into everyone’s place without giving out her emotion
The reactions that ensue when each of my elder siblings took the first spoon was hearbreaking- they began to concorts their faces as if they have just been slapped. Their teeth ached and then they all ran outside after each other to spit their mouth content out.
I was alarmed, what I have done? I thought
Grandma nudge me to take a spoonful myself and then I had a revelation! Hahaha. I wanted to run along with them, but grandma’s demeanor and stance wouldn’t allow me bulge. I dare not stand up from my seat. I had to grudgingly swallow the gulp but internally I was crying.
Everyone behaved when they saw grandma stern look. Those days, a look is enough to silent your tantrums, lol. Your brain will automatically receive sense to behave, hahaha
That night everyone grudgingly ate in silent and went grumpily early to bed. I was not to be allowed to the kitchen until about 7 months later.
So how did the food you cook at your first try out turn out? What was the experience like?
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