May 27, 2013 — Adeolu
May 27, 2013 — Adeolu
Rice (and spag combo), sweet corn, smoked turkey, corned beef stew. No, it’s not really a big deal for you people, but you don’t know my story… :)
The last born and only boy with all female siblings, I couldn’t cook jack (well, jack wasn’t fried yam because I’ve been told my fried yam is awesome). Being a day student in secondary school didn’t help either. Going to a University where we were not allowed to cook was even a better excuse.
And then it happened, that moment when history is changed like the discovery of sliced bread (I’m only using this as an example; I’m not a fan of sliced bread).. I changed location, city, country, continents, and time zone (sometimes). It wasn’t as bad though because one of my sisters was there and served as a crash pad for me- she cooked for me in bulk and I stored the food “in a cool place”. God bless her.
Soon enough, I stepped out of that lazy zone. “So I’ve poured the oil, what next?” I was mostly taking cookery lessons from family and concerned persons all around the globe. My motto became “Ebi o le wa pa mi si London” (Literally — “Hunger cannot COME AND KILL me in London”) and that has kept me going till this moment.
Don’t get me wrong o, I’m not on Chef Fregz kind of level. In fact the taste of the food is usually like a diminishing curve; how I think it will taste in my head >> how it tastes in the pot >> how it actually tastes on the plate. However, it’s great to see how far God has brought me. In the end, you are the only one who can limit yourself.
By the way, for those ones like me out there, some advice: buy smoked chicken/turkey, pop it in the oven and that’s all! Save yourself the stress of knowing the right amount of seasoning to add :D
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Adeolu is a Yellow African with a new found love for writing and is constantly seeking to know Him more; whilst detailing his thoughts at http://lifeofadeoluowokade.wordpress.com.