Thursday, January 30, 2020

Cooking my first meal.

The first meal I made was not noodles or toast bread like most folks my age, it was dodo "fried plantain". No, I did not plan to do that.  It happened that my mum got a call and she needed to be there as soon as possible. So I got called to the kitchen to monitor the plantain she had put in hot oil. I was a bit short to see what was sizzling in the pan, so I stood on an apoti "a wooden stool usually used in most kitchens in southwestern Nigeria".

It was beautiful watching the yellow plantains turn into golden brown and having to turn it onto the other side to let it fry. Before my mum left the house she showed me how to take out the plantains, turn off the cooker and she left trusting I will do all that she showed me.

So that was it, I had officially made my first meal and it was dodo. I have since learnt to cook other meals after that time but dodo still stays on the list of my favourite food.

Tell me, what was the first meal you cooked? Did it burn? Did you overcook it? Was it perfect? Did you add too much pepper? or salt? Common share with me, I'd love to hear your first food tales.

Thank you, have a beautiful day.

Thursday, January 23, 2020

I fought for my food

If you read my previous post you would be confused as to why a girl who can give up her lunch would fight over food. I am as surprised as you are, but this happened.

I was two or three years old, I definitely cannot remember any part of the story but my mum, aunt and cousins told me it happened so it did happen. We were served dinner, it was swallow and soup and you know how in most Nigerian homes, the older folks sit on the sofa and the kids would be seated on the floor in the sitting room. That is the setting we had in my grandmother's home where this event happened. My grandmother was eating and my cousin and I sat somewhere on the carpet at some corner eating aswell.

All of a sudden my cousin picked my meat (must have been beef) and my grandmother called out to my mother who was in the kitchen to come to see her kids but, in that split second before my mother arrived I served justice.


Young Timi dipped her fingers in the soup and aimed straight for her cousin's eyes, my cousin could not continue the trip from my plate to her mouth and so the meat fell from her hand the instance my hand reached her eyes. How sad is that, but Timi picked her meat ignoring the scream of pain from her cousin. 

Sincerely, I do not have any memory of this. Well, not like anyone can remember what they did when they were two, however, I still feel embarrassed and bad every time I hear this story from my folks. I am sorry, cousin. I was fighting for what was mine, my meat.

It is silly that while fighting for some piece of meat I almost got someone's eyes injured, and so is it in the real world we fight for little things and ignore the greater things.

I hope you learn a thing or two from this story. Sometimes you have to let the meat go to keep the eye.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

My teacher ate my lunch

Okay, not in a greedy or manipulative way. She actually helped me.

When I was younger up until a few years ago now I hate seeing onions in my food. Unlike my mama, she loves to see it as much as she loves to eat it. I try to eat onions when it is blended or raw and thinly sliced with Nigerian suya, you'll get this if you are like me. If my onions are not in suya or blended into the food. You will see me pick out the onions or set it aside on my plate.

Photo source: BBC 

Let's go to the main gist, I was 4 or so in nursery school and I will always pick out the onions from my food bowl. I got home most days tired in the afternoon forgetting the separation techniques I had performed in school but my mum's scream and whip will help me remember in a flash.
This happened always, somedays I was asked to eat the already cold onions. Ohhhh I hated onions so much more eating the picked out cold ones.

On one fateful day in class, my teacher saw me crying as the onion portion in my plates had miraculously doubled so it was even harder to perform my well-known technique.

With a heart(stomach) full of love(hunger) she offered to help me eat my food. I knew what this meant if I had no capri-sonne which I mostly never had. I wouldn't have anything for lunch but at this point, I had to make a choice of either eating cold onions which sometimes had a good portion of the food after being whipped or having an empty clear plate with nothing to eat and no whipping after school. I choose the latter and as they say, the rest is history.

My mum is a caterer, and am sure my teacher must have had a good serve of La Miam food but I didn't care my well-prepared lunch was going for nothing. I was happy she helped me with my food as my mum would see an empty plate and be glad I ate all of my food and the onion.

Thank you, teacher, wherever you are. I don't know how I survived my 2 to 3 years in that school without lunch on days when I had onion-filled food. God must have pumped my stomach up by some sort of miracle.

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Blurry pictures

I recently started taking pictures of beautiful flowers, trees and structures around town, however when I am walking briskly, or in a moving vehicle, my camera can't focus on the trees, the pictures I capture end up being blurry.

I initially deleted the blurry pictures from my phone but over time I have left them as they equally have their abstract beauty.

It didn't take long to learn a lesson or two from the blurry pictures on my phone, sometimes the current snapshot of our lives looks blurry and doesn't have that obvious beauty we seek, but over time we will appreciate the blurriness and the abstractness of those pictures of our life as they make us grateful for the clear high definition pictures we are used to. A blurry picture could be anything in your life that is far from perfect, we all have them and we hope they go away and get better and clearer but while they are there rather than delete them like they don't exist let us stop to improve them like take a pause when walking, hop from the bus or wait for the bus to stop so we get a clearer picture.

A blurry picture of a beautiful tree doesn't mean the tree is ugly or unsteady it only means the picture was not well captured so are those moments in our lives, our beauty doesn't disappear because of one blurry image. Do not let a particular picture of you, define who you are, you are much more than that picture, I mean that situation, job or whatever it is will get clear. You will excel and a better photograph will be taken at another time and then you will understand why that blurry picture was part of the gallery. A blurry picture is a phase it sure will pass too.

Happy new year, stay focused and capture beautiful pictures.
Love and light.

A beautiful blurry picture
When the Jacaranda trees sprouted colourfully and I paused to capture it.

A clear picture of Cape Byron bay light house
A blurry picture of the light house