Yesterday I wanted to impress my family by cooking jollof rice. I entered the kitchen with confidence and tied towel around my waist like celebrity chef. Everybody was already praising me before the food was even ready 😭 Everything was going well until I decided to “taste small.” Tell me why salt entered my eyes instead of my mouth? I started shouting like person watching horror movie. My younger cousin was laughing instead of helping me 😂 After recovering, I continued cooking with pride. The aroma was everywhere. Neighbors were even peeping through the window. When the food finally finished, everybody gathered with excitement. First spoon entered… silence. The kind of silence that can end friendship 😭 My dad drank water immediately, my mum said “interesting,” and my younger brother quietly carried bread to rescue himself. Apparently, in my excitement, I added sugar instead of seasoning cube. So congratulations to me — I successfully invented sweet jollof rice 😂
