11 — Timendu
11 — Timendu
I woke up with good intentions. I was going to make jollof macaroni with veggies for my son, the one year old Young Viking Chief to take to school. I went into the kitchen, cleaned my veggies and started to chop them.
Carrots first, because they take longer to cook. I thought that I could start with the sauce while I was doing that, then realised I had no oil. At least, not for this dish. I had palm oil but I’m pretty sure if I sent palm oil macaroni to school, Young Viking Chief would throw a tantrum of apocalyptic proportions.
What now?
Send him off to school without lunch.
The plan was to get to the market, buy a bottle of soya oil, and make the meal, but I strolled over there (just two streets away) too early so that went out the window.
My neighbour who runs a kiosk didn’t have any Kings (mystery) vegetable oil but she offered me some from her kitchen. I said sure, then went home and promptly forgot about oil, macaroni and the Young Viking Chief.
Bad Mummy.
About two hours later, I wandered into the kitchen, wondering what I would make for lunch.
Maybe jollof…
OMGosh! My baby!
Screw it!
Boil water. Toss in chopped onions and carrots. Toss in boiled fish. Toss in noodles and spices. Let it cook and dry out. Toss it all into his flask. Rush it off to his school. Wait for teacher to call in a panic, in case Young Viking Chief hates the meal, and initiates the apocalypse.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
Hmm. Apocalypse averted.
Who says Mummies aren’t superheroes?
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Timendu | Wife, mum, writer and editor. She’s mostly exhausted and mostly happy. When not behind deadlines (oh happy day!), can be found at www.timenduca.blogspot.com, or lurking on Twitter as @TimenduCA.