Am I the only one that loves food and yet I can't even dishonestly give myself a fifty percent pass in kitchen matters? This is embarrassing but I have to say it like it is. At 21 I have still not acquired that cooking instinct like my mother has or most women have which makes them know without thinking, the quantity of seasoning to add to a soup and it will taste just right. The challenge I usually face in the kitchen is- SALT and MAGGI problem(Wave your hands if this is yours too). Even with as much tasting and precision when doling out seasonings into the dish. Something just pushes me to add a pinch more salt and that is it. The food is ruined. The meal I had laboriously fawned over turns into a salty nightmare. Anyway, that is by the way. I want to tell you a story about my recent Jollof rice rice cooking disaster. One fine Saturday morning, I climbed out of bed thinking it was the perfect time to prepare the jollof rice i had been craving all week. Not just j
@princess__kay_ “Alexilore you are sweating.” My companion says. I turn briefly to meet his peering gaze before returning my attention to my lappy screen. “I am sweating”, I state in a mocking tone, “because there is heat”. I roll my eyes. Two heart beats later, I am aware of a scrutinizing pair of eyes on me. @princess__kay_ “What?” I snap “You are making me unduly self-conscious”. He leans forward, trails his finger on my neck and chin, where my sweat had caked, lifts the same finger to my forehead and imitates his previous gestures and then, rubs the white crusty particles against his thumb and forefinger in curiosity. His eyes flick up to mine. “What's this?” “ Salt” I say flatly. “Unbelievable”. He mutters, peering at the white particles between his fingers, “can I lick it?” “Don't be ridiculous!” I slap his hands, dusting the particles off, yet he still manages to ward me off, holds my hands firmly at my sides as he puts his finger to his m