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I was a boy who had virtually nothing to do with kitchen. While others were busy helping our mother in the kitchen, I would definately be on a different thing whether meaningful or not, just to avoid the burning of the pots, the constant tears from onion chops and the occasional bleeding of the finger as a result of knife cuts. These were my fears about cooking.
This continued until when I had admission to the university. My parents who had been complaining saw my going to the university as an avenue for a domestic change. Against my opinion, some utensil were bought, food items too. Probably, they must be hanging their heads in pride of taking good care of their son.
Luckily, a family friend, Ann had an admission too. Getting to school, I wooed Ann and gave her all the food items I brought to school while her kitchen became "ours". I ate as many times I want in our new kitchen, besides she is my new and first girlfriend. When looked as if we were financially low, I sold some of the utensil to support her. Life went on until our matriculation day when both parents came to school. We never knew that there had a plan of both families staging a single ceremony for both of us in order to bring us together. Nature had its way already.
On arriving at my lodge, my mother went to the kitchen and discovered that I had nothing there. She inquired from me what happened to the cooker, cylinder, pots and so on. I was honest to tell her I sold them. Hmmm! She sighed. She asked me how I had been going about food. Sincerely too, I mentioned Ann. She said that it was better that patronizing vendors. I was waiting for the usual furious outburst of my father on the matter but I eventually got none from him. It was not long after settling my fellow students in the lodge when Ann's mother called to ask my mother if we were set. With much ado, we drove to amusement park. On our way, Ann called to know if I can come to the park to see her when her father must have gone. I consented. I felt that the presence of my parent was a hinderance to our supposed amorous activity of the day. I was happy when the car turnng-light was navigated to the park gate. We alighted from vehicle and exchanged phatically. The two fathers pretended before us that their choice of destination was a coincidence. At the end, they were happy that we were together already.
Ann continued to be my cook untiil we graduated from the university. Getting our call-up letters, she was deployed to Kogi while Bayelsa will would house me for the next one year. In Bayelsa, I was posted to a rural community of Otuobi, a riverline commuunity that can only be accessed by ferry. How can I survive in a community without a resturant? Where I was the only batch C corps member in it? Corps members of the previous batches were all "ghost corpers." Should I risk my life on the sea going to Onuegbu twice a day just for food regardless of its financial burden of a thousand Naira to and fro? No. I must get myself a kitchen apron. I went to Opolo market and bought all the necessary items needed to survive consequent of an advice from Ann. I bought whatever I would need for a month in order to have nothing to do with the sea for thirty days and one. Time to practice unacquired skill. I prepared stew with fresh cat fish on the first day and I managed to eat it once due hunger. The remaining one which I gave to the water boy that fetched water for me. Children can be funny. He finished the food at a go and said that it was delicious. So, I kept trying on daily basis until I became a good cook. I now found out that I can hardly eat any food preapared by another person. During the election period, I was told to vacate my apartment after the election to avoid possible attack should one of the candidates lose. Thus, I travelled back to my famiily and they were happy to witness my good kitchen skills. I served as the self appointed cook throughout my ssojourn.
When we finally passed out of the mandatory national service, Ann and I were hhappy to re-unite again, but this time with a different approach to food. I would always force myself to taste her food for the purpose of our intimacy though I would eat to satisfaction. This became a serious problem. to her. One day, she purposely brought food for me on a Sunday afternoon when my parents were in the house. I accepted the food, tasted it as usually and procceeded with the native soup I was preparing for that was my favourite dish. Soon, Ann came to the back of the house and saw two of my sibblings doing justice to the food. She went to my father in tears and reported my actions. She maintained that I had been a different person since I came back from Bayelsa. Equally, she said that I refused to take her to my new place of work in Port Harcourt. Though she may be right on the later, I thought it is too early for that being enployed two months ago. Besides, I have been submitting her CV where ever I submitted mine. Is it bad to be used to one's food only? How do you judge the action of my father while he maintained that the worst thing that you can do to a woman is to reject her food? Was he right to have poured my pot of soup because of Ann?

NOTE: He poured the pot of soup I was preparing away.

This headline made my sunday...

my brother I read your write-up.

Cholls:
my brother I read your write-up.

so?

I'm sure your dad did it out of anger

Maybe Ann has spent a lot of time cooking and thus you would have appreciated her effort by eating and not just tasting.

If you feel her standard of cooking is not too ok with you, you can teach her to enable hers measure up to yours a little.

Just let it go.

okirewaju:
I'm sure your dad did it out of anger

Maybe Ann has spent a lot of time cooking and thus you would have appreciated her effort by eating and not just tasting.

If you feel her standard of cooking is not too ok with you, you can teach her to enable hers measure up to yours a little.

Just let it go.

Good one

But why have you gotten so comfortable in the kitchen? That ain't your department y'know..

humbledbyfaith:
This headline made my sunday...

You are funny.

Your babes tears broke your fathers heart....
Go and write apology letter to your dad and beg your babe till she agrees to co-sign the letter before delivery...


That lady has been your cook for 4 years and now because you have learnt how to cook salt-less meals you want to show yourself,

Your dad is a darling

favoured234:
Your babes tears broke your fathers heart....
Go and write apology letter to your dad and beg your babe till she agrees to co-sign the letter before delivery...


That lady has been your cook for 4 years and now because you have learnt how to cook salt-less meals you want to show yourself,

Your dad is a darling

Hmmmm! People and thoughts. It is not like that.

I have a partially similar case to urs... anyways when I learnt how to cook, everyone's food became like poison to me, if you cook and it's not better than what I would cook normally I would nag and probably not eat it. I threw the food my ex cooked away then and mehn she didn't talk to me for weeks. Rejecting someone's food can break the persons heart. so now I just keep my opinion to myself and stuff whatever anyone cooks with a smile on my face. I guess it goes a long way when u appreciate what someone cooks no mater how terrible you think it is.

Asiri1991:
Hmmmm! People and thoughts. It is not like that.

Why did you put it up here?
So that we can share our thoughts or maybe you want us to share your own thought...


If I be your papa I go elbow your belle

My Dad told me this on several occassions that ''the worst thing you can do to a woman is to reject her food. And it's very true, mostly if the woman truly loves you.
#Though no one like rejection in the first place

Chidoks:
But why have you gotten so comfortable in the kitchen? That ain't your department y'know..

Whose department is it

pcoolioz:
I have a partially similar case to urs... anyways when I learnt how to cook, everyone's food became like poison to me, if you cook and it's not better than what I would cook normally I would nag and probably not eat it. I threw the food my ex cooked away then and mehn she didn't talk to me for weeks. Rejecting someone's food can break the persons heart. so now I just keep my opinion to myself and stuff whatever anyone cooks with a smile on my face. I guess it goes a long way when u appreciate what someone cooks no mater how terrible you think it is.

Thank you man. You are godly.

favoured234:
Why did you put it up here?
So that we can share our thoughts or maybe you want us to share your own thought...


If I be your papa I go elbow your belle

Lol! Favoured you are funny. Thank god you are not the man.

Olasco93:
My Dad told me this on several occassions that ''the worst thing you can do to a woman is to reject her food. And it's very true, mostly if the woman truly loves you.
#Though no one like rejection in the first place

Good thought

ireneidiva:
Whose department is it

Certainly not his!!!

ireneidiva:
Whose department is it

Abeg help us ask her o.



Like excuse moi?

Chidoks:
Certainly not his!!!

Is it yours? When did cooking become a department? Whose department is eating?

ireneidiva:
Is it yours? When did cooking become a department? Whose department is eating?

NNE, never mind...

nice story

ireneidiva:
Is it yours? When did cooking become a department? Whose department is eating?

I wonder why Ann is stressing herself. He has decided he wants to be the one cooking in the house, she should free him. Must he always eat her food? After 4years, it is time she eats his food for a change.

I am sure won't be too sweet but she should smile and be eating the food. Less work for her.