Every member of the house cooked once in a week. My first duty was on Saturday night and the meal use to be Jollof Spag and Boiled Egg. House members didn’t like the meal, so we must make the meal very attractive to them. Week after week, the ladies would order me around to cut this, carry that and all other works that doesn’t deal with touching the food itself. They couldn’t allow the destiny of a night’s food to lie in the hands of an amateur. But one Saturday, something happened.
Every member on duty that fateful day was not around except the Amateur Olanrewaju. I was alone in the kitchen thinking about where to start from. Then, one of the ladies came around. But as I was rejoicing that I won’t have to spoil the house meal for the night, she told me that she won’t do anything but supervise me. It was a scary thing to do.
She sat down near the pot and gave me orders about what to add, when to add it and the quantity to add. While stirring the food, some people passed by and saw me. I began to tell them that am the one cooking their night meal today. Before long, the news had spread: “Landlord is the one cooking dinner today”. The news brought many people to the kitchen to confirm what they were hearing.
Little did I know that there was something in stock for me. The food began to bring out an awesome aroma. Everyone began to anticipate. The spag turned out very well and I suddenly became a star. My room had many visitors just to tell me that my spag is awesome. Handshakes from ladies that were impressed could not be counted and a drink came in from a guy that couldn’t just believe his taste bud. Someone even proposed that I be made the ‘spag cooker’ for the house. Well, if you really ask, who cooked the food? It was the lady that was giving me instructions. You may hear more about her later.
After a long while, my duty was changed to Tuesday night where I was the only male that knows how to make Eba. I did it joyfully till the other males learnt. Preparing the soup was another delicate work the ladies would not allow me to touch, but this time, I made sure I learnt it very fast.
I left the house cooking Jollof Rice on Wednesday morning
*Eba- A Nigerian delicacy made from Cassava.
Every member on duty that fateful day was not around except the Amateur Olanrewaju. I was alone in the kitchen thinking about where to start from. Then, one of the ladies came around. But as I was rejoicing that I won’t have to spoil the house meal for the night, she told me that she won’t do anything but supervise me. It was a scary thing to do.
She sat down near the pot and gave me orders about what to add, when to add it and the quantity to add. While stirring the food, some people passed by and saw me. I began to tell them that am the one cooking their night meal today. Before long, the news had spread: “Landlord is the one cooking dinner today”. The news brought many people to the kitchen to confirm what they were hearing.
Little did I know that there was something in stock for me. The food began to bring out an awesome aroma. Everyone began to anticipate. The spag turned out very well and I suddenly became a star. My room had many visitors just to tell me that my spag is awesome. Handshakes from ladies that were impressed could not be counted and a drink came in from a guy that couldn’t just believe his taste bud. Someone even proposed that I be made the ‘spag cooker’ for the house. Well, if you really ask, who cooked the food? It was the lady that was giving me instructions. You may hear more about her later.
After a long while, my duty was changed to Tuesday night where I was the only male that knows how to make Eba. I did it joyfully till the other males learnt. Preparing the soup was another delicate work the ladies would not allow me to touch, but this time, I made sure I learnt it very fast.
I left the house cooking Jollof Rice on Wednesday morning
*Eba- A Nigerian delicacy made from Cassava.
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