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āA womanās place is in the kitchen!!!!!ā Well, Iām sorry to burst your bubble, but this young woman completely objects to that.
I hate cooking! Oh yes! Anything that has to do with kitchen and cooking, count me out.
The stress of deciding what to cook, writing a list of things to buy to match the number of people around, leaving the house, and roaming the market in search of your bounty - itās all exhausting. And as a typical Nigerian lady, you must test your market skills by bargaining for everything (for instance, you wrote three tomatoes for 500 naira on your list, but when you get to the market, regardless of the budgeted amount, you still have to haggle for a lower price. āAh customer, you no go sell eight tomatoes for 500 naira?ā or something similar. I canāt count the number of times Iāve been cheated in the market because of my inability to bargain).
Source: Me
Then you return home to cook. Whatās worse? Cooking for people with different taste buds!!!! My dad has an intense taste for salt, so no matter how little I add, heāll always say the salt is too much. One of my siblings hates his rice soft, another doesnāt like a particular ingredient in his meal, and several other differences. The only thing we all agree on is our love for plenty pepper in our food. And itās not just my siblings - humans, in general are this way. Iāve got a friend who despises the taste of onions, you dare not put onions in the food if you want her to eat it. It gets confusing trying to decide who to favor when cooking a big pot of food.
Iād rather stay in the room, on my bed all day (which is my favorite corner in my house, by the way), fiddling with my phone, listening to good music or watching movies, taking a course online, building castles in my imagination, or just get busy doing nothing.
Source: Me
Now, donāt get me wrong. Iām not saying I donāt know how to cook. I just hate cooking because of the before, during and after struggle of the whole process. I donāt mind doing the dishes, or helping with the prep work. Iāll gladly cut the carrot in any shape and size you want or massage you afterward, just donāt ask me to cook. One food I detest cooking is the almighty smoky Nigerian Jollof rice, oh boy!
My first attempt at cooking jellof rice was disastrous. I wanted to surprise my family by showing them I could cook just like my elder sister. I ended up cooking porridge- colored red rice. I was only ten at the time, so it was excusable. Several years later, in my senior year in school, I made another attempt. I was the only one at home, and I knew my family would be hungry when they got back, so, I decided to play the nice adult. I had my AirPods in, vibing to good music, just like they do in the movies. The thought of my family coming home to a delicious meal made me invest fully in the process. This time, I wanted to cook jollof rice with croaker fish. There wasnāt any market stress since everything I needed was already in the house. Oh boy! I didnāt know croaker fish had scales that needed to be removed. I just rinsed, deboned it, seasoned it and boiled it. I also have no explanation as to why the rice turned out extremely bitter and sticky. I didnāt need them to come back and taste the food to know I had a disaster in front of me. I just jejely made eba and warmed the soup we had in the fridge for them. I no get strength. Of course, I showed them my efforts and got the āyabbingā of my life. I learned about the scales. But I guess Iāll never know why the rice was bitter, because I didnāt put any ingredient I wasnāt already familiar with.
Source: Me
So, dear one, the kitchen is not a womanās place, but a place for anyone who desires to eat food, and/or has lots of terms and conditions for their meals, especially food critics.
One food I do love cooking is porridge beans, though. Iāve never gone wrong with it, even though I hate eating it.
Iām writing this from my bed, which, thankfully, is not a war zone.
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It's really difficult to cook for people with different taste buds oh... when I was little and still living with my parents I was very careful while preparing a meal for them. Because they are very selective... My mom was the taste guru sha, it was frustrating and sometimes I even get tired of cooking, but it didn't stop me from cooking though š
I almost gave up.
š„° thank God you didn't
Lol I had fun reading this, is the conclusion part for me š
Aside the disasters and good talk on why you'd prefer to assist but not cook, I must say the last picture is screaming my name lol.
Glad to read from you sis.
Thank you. Itās a a low budget Afang soup I assisted to cookā¦ š
I agree with you, the kitchen is ideal for people with conditions for their meals, and especially for those of us who love to eat well, I think it is valuable to want to be kind when cooking for your family, very funny that your bed is not a war zone, thanks for sharing,!LADY
Exactly!!! I guess the only war I deal with on my bed is falling asleep. Itās so difficult.
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Like I will always say, let whoever cannot cook starve. Unless I feel like it, I am not going out of my way to cook for anybody š¤
Exactly!!! I cook for my family because they are my family, and few other people. But you see those ones that will judge you before you even start, hell no
Or the ones that want to take it as birth right, lol you shall starve dear...