Anyway, I think it's fair to say I no longer think the way I used to when I was a teenager. I come from a somewhat traditional African family and having watched my mum and some other women too, slave away for their husbands in the kitchen, I've decided that please, abeg, ejoo, biko, I want someone that can cook. At least a little. Is it just me or do guys that can't cook have very high expectations when it comes to food? My dad is one of them (I love you daddy- just in case he reads this!) He usually knows when there's too much salt, or too little pepper, or the egusi isn't quite cooked, or the rice tastes a bit burnt. I mean, come on! He doesn't even know where to find the salt in the kitchen! So, I've watched my mum, week after week, cooking assorted dishes (because African men can't eat the same dish more than once or twice in the same week); she spends literally almost half a day cooking sometimes, and afterwards, she needs a proper lie-down to get her strength back- you know what some African dishes are like.
Now, my mum doesn't complain about this mind, she takes pleasure in fattening her beloved husband. So much so that when my dad is trying to be healthy and lose some weight, she still feeds him eba and all his favourite foods so that people won't think she's not feeding her husband properly.
After seeing all this palaver, I really can't see why any woman would want a man that can't cook. Apart from giving me a helping hand once in a while, a guy that can cook would be able to take care of himself when I'm not around. Back to my parents; if my mum goes away for even a couple of days, my dad has to eat out, or starve. He traveled without her once for a few weeks and when he came back, my mum almost wept at the sight of him; you would think he was suffering from some wasting disease! Whilst some might see this as some sort of compliment to my mum's cooking, I just think 'men, seriously, for your own good, please learn how to cook!'
Anyways, here's what I made on Sunday afternoon...You like?