Saturday morning started just like an ordinary day, never mind that i only slept for less than four hours.
Yes, i was out and about on Friday night drinking and eating as we toasted to a birthday boy who had turned 31.
In the morning, after a good long shower and an hour of comedy on TV, i thought i could pop some corn for breakfast.
Little did i know that it would disobey and refuse to pop. Was it me? I hoped not. Was the corn bad? Probably (but then, my younger cousin tried it later and they popped).
A few minutes of disbelief and staring into the saucepan with the disobedient grains, i realised i was and have always been terrible in the kitchen. The last few times i have tried to do anything in the kitchen, it barely turned out to be food but i insisted and kept doing it anyway. Like any African woman, i was convinced i was born with the cooking skills.
Take eggs for instance. Anybody would think that frying an egg of making an omelette was the easiest thing-not for me! My omelette always turns out to be something else- lets just say- you could never fold it. Maybe i should just stick to scrambled eggs- no skill needed there.
later. i recalled the very many times my brother had had a good laugh as he served the food i cooked.
Honestly, i am not enthusiastic about the kitchen and all its glory so i have never really apprreciated how much thought is put in the cooking process.
It is been a while since i last cooked for my family but i do think they are much happier without me being in the kitchen pretending to make this and that.
So, what becomes of me? A woman without proper culinary skills? Do i make sure i date men who are proper cooks? A chef maybe? Or should i tell my future husband we shall be eating out like 90 percent of the time. Maybe the only time we will have a meal at home will be when we order for pizza or Uhuru’s properly cooked rice?
Maybe i shouldn’t even worry about it. As long as the food i try to cook isn’t poisonous, i needn’t trouble myself afterall.
Cooking lessons have come to mind at one point but like a friend said on my FaceBook wall- i am irredeemable at my age. Another rubbed it in and said i have always been a tomboy and nobody expected me to know how to cook that well- thats after i came out of the closet and declared that ‘i am a terrible cook’.
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