Munzy14:

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First meals are memorable...as guys we started late...Mom cannever leave kitchen in My hands...Otherwise my dad no go chop..

afo Di ya di important to her..lol


As strong head, I made one stew...las las tomato was slapping those weh get lever go taste am @14.....

I never did again till 19 as an undergraduate then, Made first egusi...With assistance of three ladies...my gf, just a female frnd and a lady that stays in my lodge...

How i did it...Called juliet my gf then..to get steps.
later called my female friend to have her own way..

Then lastly my neighbour..... wahala for who no see water to drink that day...maka e siri m Yoruba style...i kwo ose...

My bag of satchel water finish after guys come chop...I no be foodie...but i love having people around to chop.

mariahAngel:
I'll go first. Of course.

The first soup I ever made was ogbono soup.
I was about 10, and mum just thrust it upon from nowhere like "you're cooking ogbono soup tomorrow!" without asking if I can (I always watch her cook)
My heart sank when she said that, and in my mind, I was like "oh my God! Oh my God!"
That night, I swear, I hardly slept a wink.

Then came the day of reckoning, all ingredients lined out, I did everything exactly as mum would, step by step.
After adding the ground ogbono mix, I added water to a moderate level and stirred but there was no slime. NO SLIME! In my mind "God help me! God help me!" I screamed
I stirred the watery soup, covered and left it to boil. "Mum would be so disappointed" I thought, feeling disappointed.
Going back to check on the soup some few minutes later, I opened the pot and stirred again and EUREKA! THERE WAS THAT SLIME!

It was a memorable experience and a big win for me that day. Of course, mum praised me to the high heavens! Hmmm!

Freestainworld:
The first soup I made, till today I haven't figured out whether it was really a soup or a local herbal medicine.

Freestainworld:
The first soup I made, till today I haven't figured out whether it was really a soup or a local herbal medicine.

Bahamas95:
"Maka e siri m Yoruba style.....I kwo ose"

TarOrfeeek:


One bad ass Egusi soup I cooked in 300 level.

My sister and I were room mates. But women normally have their once in a month, skoi skoi.

She swore to not give me food.

I vex

Use N300 charter Egusi and Ugu with palm oil. I boiled the Egusi. Add crayfish and seasoning.

Added the red oil and small Ugu. The soup had started to make sense now and the aroma was filtering into the air.

Madam was now understanding that me no depend on her for food.

I downloaded N200 akpu with my first/best soup ever. As I sat down to eat, NEPA bring light!

Chai. I enter simple server start to download series.

Oiza131:
Palm oil Jollof rice.
I think I was 13 thereabouts
My mum knows the quantity of water she adds so she doesn't have to add again till it is cooked.
I followed that process, and Chai!...
Coupled with I was stirring and stirring.
In conclusion, I cooked burnt half done Jollof rice. The sweetest part was that we all ate it like that.

Had same Ogbono experience with OP, except that I'm sure you weren't as scared as I was as it wasn't slimy at first.

jamalchance:
Bitter leaf soup
Momsi sha use my soup cook soup

mariahAngel:


It's always memorable, so try to remember...

pocohantas:
Okazi soup was the FIRST SOUP I made. I was about 14 then and having watched my mum cook it all my life, I was convinced I would ace it- for a rookie at least.

My problem started when I was trying to make the akpuruakpu (moulded egusi) and it refused to bring out oil, which was the ultimate test of its finesse. I added more osu, for where?! Finally I picked up the mortar and headed for my neighbour’s house. Not the same compound. I mean, I picked the mortar and headed for the gate. The plan was to go meet Uju, she was our church member at the time and they lived 2 houses away.

As I put one leg outside, na my mama I see...

Freestainworld:
The first soup I made, till today I haven't figured out whether it was really a soup or a local herbal medicine.

lkillbrokehoes:
Nonsense thread

CaptainAyub:
NYSC.
Mine was stew though.
My university was in the same city where my parents lived so na to give my sisters money,dem go cook,I go carry put for front seat carpet, go my house.
Then NYSC came,it was in a village(Yoruba speaking part of Kogi).
I went to eat in the village restaurant and encountered that thing wey make us de call them ofe mmanu ppl(no offence meant )
Called my mum and she texted me things to buy to make tomato stew.
As I was frying the tomato and listening to my mum on the phone to know when the tomato will get done,everything turned black in my very before
The second attempt many days later,stew was still tasting like raw tomatoes after I finished cooking. I jejely picked all my meat with fork and ate
Still don't know the miracle of how to know when tomato paste turns to stew when frying.
Das all.
As for soup,I think I attempted egusi once during that NYSC and the result was disastrous.
Thank God I redeployed
*Edited
During that same NYSC I attempted cooking beans and rice jellof. Started boiling the rice first and added beans later cos in my own thinking beans is soft naa so should cook first.
That one,na dustbin later get am

Eddygourdo:
Anyway in my case. It was beans. I cooked it for over two years without ever getting it . normal beans oh. For reasons best known to it it refused to be soft no matter the akanwu I pour inside. Anyway I later realized after years of purging. That I should be patient and let it soften before I add palm oil.

For the life of me, till this day I can't make pap or custard. The thing will refuse to thicken for me. I have learnt stew (palm oil and vegetable oil) thanks to pocohantas. I am now expert at least I think. The people who ate the stew are still alive

Hayee:
Mine was also ogbono soup (it was during my food & nutrition practical in school,so no mummy's assistance), i had to ask my mates and seniors for the recepie and how to prepare and trust the end product was really awesome exactly what i wanted. I was about 15 or 16 then.

Foodqueen:
Dad was a catereer and he runs a restaurant so plenty workers. Cooking wasn't really a thing anyone think about.

Mine wasn't soup, it was porridge.

I was about 14,after I av been to a boarding school and I see alot of my friends talking about how well they cook. I told my mum, she just brush it aside like u will definitely know how to cook when the time is right.

One day she went to the mkt and normally she is suppose to return my 4 so I quickly took a small portion of yam I saw in the shop, diced it and started preparing porridge. Not like I av seen anyone does it before but I am tasted it several times so I was just guessing all the ingredients.

Immediately I put off the stove, mum landed, after offloading her stuffs. She ask whats? I said porridge she said give me some. Where. She finish that she ask for another portion, I quickly told her that's av eaten so I would eat as she wants.


Long story short, until her death, I am still the best yam porridge chef she knew.

Thanks mum for not scolding me, maybe if u had it would have killed the desire I av in cooking. Love you always as I continue to miss u

PrimadonnaO:


I love your signature.

Munzy14:

eeeehhhh heeee....Inukwa inukwa...


Nye anyi mmanya ebe nke e ruo la front page..

First meals are memorable...as guys we started late...Mom cannever leave kitchen in My hands...Otherwise my dad no go chop..

afo Di ya di important to her..lol


As strong head, I made one stew...las las tomato was slapping those weh get lever go taste am @14.....

I never did again till 19 as an undergraduate then, Made first egusi...With assistance of three ladies...my gf, just a female frnd and a lady that stays in my lodge...

How i did it...Called juliet my gf then..to get steps.
later called my female friend to have her own way..

Then lastly my neighbour..... wahala for who no see water to drink that day...maka e siri m Yoruba style...i kwo ose...

My bag of satchel water finish after guys come chop...I no be foodie...but i love having people around to chop.

peropoliet:
the story is not true you were never taught and you just cooked it madam fear God

lkillbrokehoes:
Nonsense thread

peropoliet:
madam your testimony is not true you asked people the recipe and the steps and you made it perfectly madam na lie ooo