I glanced at the bottom right of my laptop screen.
Today that means time for me to go and prepare dinner. Other days that time may be 5pm, 6:30 pm, any pm, depending on what’s on the menu.
I started making a mental run through of the ingredients I need to prepare this sauce. I almost always have all the ingredients I need but this involuntary ritual always happens as I procrastinate getting up to go and cook.
“I’m sure I have carrots. I always have carrots.”
“Yes I can vividly remember picking a bag of chicken quarters at the supermarket.”
“Onions. Specifically red onions.”
I drew a blank. I cannot for the life of me remember if I have any.
If I do not have mushrooms, this sauce is not going to happen.
I pushed back my seat and got up. As the lastminute dot com woman that I am, I would have stayed wherever I was for 30 minutes more at least, if I was sure I had everything I needed.
I started the solemn walk to the kitchen, praying fervently that I have mushrooms. As I passed the visitor’s room I paused for a moment.
I glanced at the windows. I could not get a good view of what the weather is like outside.
I know what the weather is like all right, this is just me preparing myself to go out in the blowy weather if I do not have mushrooms. Kind of facing my fears if you will.
A trip to the Frutas y Verduras shop two blocks away is the last thing I want to do now.
I moved closer to the windows and parted the curtain. Cleaned the slight mist on the glass and peeped outside.
The trees were doing a half-hearted dobale to the chilly wind.
Eyes drooping, I continued my walk to the kitchen.
Got to the kitchen and scanned the counter top, table top and every top of something in my kitchen; as if searching for clues that I have mushrooms.
Opened the fridge, no sign of the white styrofoam tray this ingredient of the moment normally comes in.
I yanked open the veggies compartment of the fridge. Not a sign of my darling ingredient.
“Baby, I thought we had mushrooms here.”
Is that a question? Is that a statement?
Is that a coded plea for him to offer to go and buy them for me?
I have no idea.
Without waiting for an answer, I grabbed my wallet, my keys and my parka and headed for the front door.
Oya your turn. Comment below to do one of the following. If you do all, you’ll be the person of the moment. 😉
1. Please tell me a time when one ingredient made a huge difference for you. What did you do about it? I need to read your story as proof that I am not talking to myself on this blog.
2. Can you guess which sauce I prepared for dinner? Clue: the recipe is on All Nigerian Recipes website.
3. Even if you don’t have or can’t remember a story; you can’t guess which sauce either, comment below to tell me if you are human or a monitoring spirit.
Thank you. 😉
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