Wednesday, 27 May 2015

CHOCOLAT ROYAL: ARE NOT THE ONLY ONES FEEDING YOU POISON

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Been reading through different articles by bloggers and some newspapers on this Chocolat Royal shutting down debacle and I have so much unanswered questions running through my head.

Question 1: Chocolat Royal staff past and present didn't they notice these expired product?

2. Do these staff get to eat what they sell?

3. Owners and Family members will surely like to patronize their franchise; so what do they get to order when they come around or do they just sit around and watch their customers die slowly?

4. What role did custom officials play when they notice that these goods that are being imported into the country are expired or about to expired; how come these goods were cleared?

5. How come NAFDAC got a wind of this information over a year ago and never took action up until now?

6. Who blew the whistle on Chocolat Royal?

The funny side of these story is that only the Elite, celebrities, expatriates and wannabes frequent Chocolat Royal; holding business meeting, birthday parties, dates and the heart breaking side of it is their "Paint and Bake" advert for kids and my 7th question is what have they been feeding these kids all this years?

Chocolat Royal is truly where people come to pay high price for poison.

Chocolat Royal happens to be the scape goat at the moment; let's talk about other restaurants and eateries and what are the regulatory bodies doing to ensure that the environment are hygiene enough and the product they use to cook are not expired product?
I won't be surprise if people start blowing whistle on some of these restaurant.
Now let's talk about the importers in Balogun market what are they selling to us. A reliable source even mentioned that most imported can food had already expired and all they had to do was to change the date on the can and some of us don't get to check expiration date on what we purchase.

Nigeria have become the dumping ground for expired product because we have greedy people who only think about the now and not the later.

We stay in our glass houses to criticise the buka woman or the aboki selling food on the street calling them dirty while you seat back at your favorite restaurant eating the same food poison.

How often do you imagine what goes on in the kitchen of that favorite restaurant of yours? Oh! Ye OCD's

But Chocolat Royal Croissant and Ice cream sorry Poiscream make sense!!!

Maybe I can sue them; hmmm story for the gods in Olamide's voice.

My cousin sued Aunty Ajobi aka Drumstick in Abuja for food poison over a year ago they are still dragging the matter in court. Maybe when someone wins a case like this in court cwith compensation cheque and the news goes viral these restaurants and eatery will seat up.

A maybe answer to my number 5 question would be that the NAFDAC Official who got hold of the information then decided to have a private meeting with the owners and they concealed the information and now that NAFDAC Official has either retired or has been transfered to another unit or the new CHANGE in government got to him and the case file decided to appear.

With everything have heard so far I don't think I can trust any imported product especially can foods; the trend goes from importer importing expiry products or about to expire product and custom clears the products and the importer remove the original expiry date changing it to a new date and they supply to supermarket/retailers and we the consumers come in and buy them.

Hmmm this one don pass naija get thick skin matter oh!

Fact:

Nothing you eat in Nigeria that is imported is safe and we wonder why the sudden increase in cancer, kidney and liver diseases are common.

This is not a case of Poverty or survival; everyone wants to stay alive so if the awareness is there, they would avoid these poison.

We do urge NAFDAC to look into not just Chocolat Royal but other restaurants, eateries, supermarket, importers in balogun market and cold rooms.

They need to help us stay healthy by clearing these toxics out of our country and custom should pay more attention to what they clear into the country and we need to find a way to stay healthy until NAFDAC and other Regulatory bodies can control it. And food blogger should lend their voice #saynotofoodpoison.

For more detailed insight on the shutting down of Chocolat Royal pls visit city reporters

Below is a screen shot of my conversation with @tundeleye on twitter this morning; if you visit his timeline you would read what others have to say about the shutting down.
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Good Heal Nigeria
#saynotofoodpoison

N/B: I don't mind NAFDAC mystery shopper as my job description.

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Thursday, 27 November 2014

PROCASTINATION:

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My name is Brenda and am a procrastinator; 
Yes I know procrastination is a sin but its something I can’t help and I think writing this piece and posting it on my blog would actually keep me on track so help me God. 
My friends and family keeps complaining and I keep giving the answer “I will do it don’t worry”.

My procrastination phrases are “I will” “am going to” “don’t worry” and time keep ticking away.

Story of my life I love thinking outside the box; just bring me a situation and I can help you summarize it within an hour. Ok I came up with an idea for my online food magazine promo #100NoodlesRecipe and have been growing this idea for over 7 months; some of the excuses I gave was that my website was not ready, my graphic work was not ready, I need to prepare this perfect noodles to go with the concept, I need steady internet, bla bla bla bla bla!!!! All these can be done in less than 1 week but still I kept pushing it forward; 
I will get this ginger next minute the ginger will be killed by one amazing DISTRACTION and I go back to square one which is PROCASTINATION. 
Finally I decided to send out proposal looking for sponsors to make it work perfectly and bam!!! I got a link from my friends and am seeing my exact idea but they had to change the concept a bit cos of the product they are using and my consolation phrase was “I will change the concept and it will be better than what I had in mind remember when you steal peoples idea you will never execute it properly” sincerely going by the comments I don’t see them executing it properly (my own consolation). Like Derenle will tell me “Brenda you are wasting time shebi when another person steals your idea and start doing it that’s when your eyes will open” Derenle they have stolen the idea oh and now my eyes are fully open.

I know am not the only one going through this sinful habit called procrastination and would like us to use this piece to keep reminding ourselves that “there is no time to say no time” do it now and when that idea is flowing take that leap of faith don’t think about the risk; life on its own is a risk.

From today BRENDA SAYS NO TO PROCASTINATION and have set the 1st of December to commence #100NoodlesRecipe Project.

so watch this space for more info

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Thursday, 6 February 2014

ADVENTURE OF A BUKARIAN:A HUNT 4 NDA LETTY

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Nda Letty, Igbariogwa, Uku Mango, and the list go on and on but Nda Letty still has that special spot in my heart don’t know about you. 

 I was really very little when I started hearing about Nda Letty but it was strictly for my big uncles, aunties, and cousins, as such, I decided to wait till I grow up with the hope that Nda Letty would still be there waiting for me…. 
And oh yes Nda Letty did wait for me… my first encounter with her was last year June sincerely it was worth the wait.

When I was old enough to visit her I forgot she existed not until I met someone in London talking about his cravings for Nda Letty’s special meals and how he would give anything to eat a plate of her white rice and stew right now. Apparently a friend of his came to the UK with a custard bucket of Nda Letty’s mouth-watering stew and kept the information from him until the stew was about to
finish, of which he then invited him and some other friends over for the last super and they felt betrayed that he waited till the stew was finished before he contacted them…. 

 All I could think of was how the hell did he pass immigration in Heathrow with a bucket of Nda Letty stew abi stew is not among the contraband goods?? Anyway, I came to the conclusion that since the journey from Nigeria to the UK is just a 6 hours flight depending on the air line though so am sure he would have ensured the stew was frozen.
He was still enraged at his friend for increasing his Nda Letty craving. 
There and then I made a promise to myself to visit her in order to experience this meal that could make a grown ass man nag like one frustrated old virgin maiden. 

 I visited Owerri in 2010 with my number 5 agenda in my to do list aimed at paying a visit to Nda Letty Buka and have a taste of her infamous meal of which the gods of my land had other plans cause unfortunately I was placed under house arrest which meant I could not visit the Buka and more frustrating I was unable to send someone to buy a meal from Nda Letty for me as buying food early hours of the morning was a big NO in my house. So I continued to fantasize about the taste of Nda Letty in my dreams which had me see 2011 come and go and still no taste of this mystery food. In 2012, my cousin was busy preparing English breakfast with all them mushroom and fried egg which distracted me from my mission to visit Nda Letty.

 Finally, 2013 was surely going to be the year I conquer my obsession to have a taste of Nda Letty's special meal. Knowing I would visit O-Town in July for a wedding, I ensured that everyone within earshot was aware of my sole aim to visit Nda Letty which I sang into their ears and trust me my singing voice is horrible so you can imagine their pain……lol. In order to shut me up my big cousin had no other option than to take me to see Nda Letty and experience the taste of her infamous meal…. This meant that I had to wake up as early as 6am just for us to meet up.

 The location is another detail for another day hehehehehe #sealedlips. 

 I went, I ordered, I took pictures, I ate, I bought take away and I went home smiling. 

 The protein OMG was just too succulent and till date I relieve that experience in my head. Finally I understand and appreciate the fuss about Nda Letty`s Meals… Trust me it was definitely worth the wait.
If in doubt seek Nda Letty out and come to your own conclusion but in my not so humble way I will say ``I rest my case``.

 When I was relating my trip to Nda Letty with my uncle just after my first visit to her place, I was informed by him about people who take the first flight to Owerri just to meet up with Nda Letty as she operates under a tight time schedule; which meant that if you arrive there later than 11am my dear its either you get the bottom pot or you are left with nothing but heavy cravings all day. And they get to travel back to their location that same day… a source also told me they sell a bag of rice every day.

This last Christmas break I had the opportunity of visiting Nda Letty again it was like enjoying grandma’s food prepared with fire wood. My source also told me she has been in existence for close to 30 years am still in my wow mood about this information.
My friend recently saw a picture of Nda Letty on my laptop immediately I called Nda Letty she screamed as she said she was invited for Sunday lunch at a friend’s house in Lekki and the friend specifically told her it was Nda Letty all the way from Owerri. She said she was eating and didn’t know when she was going for the fourth plate. 

 That’s Nda Letty for you…. "It tastes so good that it would makes you wanna ``Slap or Kiss`` somebody….. Lol whichever rocks your boat the more" in yuyu's voice #smiling


Thanks Maamaa aka MJ SuperStar for making me actualize my Nda Letty fantasy.

I rest my case here all I can say is that whenever you find yourself in Owerri just ask a friend who knows there way around and tell them you want to visit Nda Letty.

 THAT'S ALL


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Wednesday, 18 December 2013

ORDER YOUR FOOD ONLINE AT HELLOFOOD.COM

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How hungry can you get?

Some few weeks back I was at work and I forgot to order lunch and I was in a crucial meeting and my colleague didn't bother to ask or get me anything which I accused them all day and fact that I didn't have breakfast added to the dizziness after a hectic day of plenty talking, meetings, analyzing and computing.

I tried calling my Sweet Sensation delivery boy and the number was not going through then one of my colleague ask me to check Hellofood site with my hungry eyes I went in search of Hellofood website choose my location and immediately scan through; Ofada hut caught my eyes and I placed my order of ofada rice immediately... I had thought I was going to wait for ever; within an hour my food was in front of my table with a big sign of relief I had my food.

E-commerce business has brought a new change in Nigerian's life style with the way online shopping is shaping out to Ordering Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, appetizer, etc Online.

Ordering food at your favorite restaurant has been made super stress less with just 3 steps away and your food is at your doorstep.

Thanks to Hellofood you can now order delicious food from your favorite restaurants in Lagos and Abuja on www.hellofood.com.ng log on

* type in your location, city/ area

*choose a Restaurant and your favourite dish

* Restaurant delivers to your doorstep

*Pay cash on delivery

That simple.


Log on to the website and see a full directories of restaurants and the cost for that favourite dish of yours ranging for Nigeria, Chinese, Italian to intercontinental Cuisine and many more so if you want to plan special dinner at home and you don't have plans of doing the cooking your rescue team is Hellofood Nigeria


And if you sign up for Hellofood newsletters you would always be the first to receive first hand information on great deals from your favorite food joint.

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Monday, 11 November 2013

VOTE COOKINGZONE FOR NBA 2013

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Once upon a time I bugged your phones n facebook pages/walls soliciting for your votes. 

My blog along side 4 others has been Nominated for BEST FOOD BLOG on NIGERIA BLOG AWARDS. 

YOU made it happen; THANK YOU so much. Say me THANK YOU to your friends who voted for my blog.


The Final voting session start today the 11th of November am sure we would make it happen again.

TO VOTE COOKING ZONE WITH BRENDA AS YOUR BEST FOOD BLOG VISIT http://nigerianblogawards.com/vote2013.php go to BEST FOOD BLOG select MY COOKING ZONE WITH BRENDA if you voted during the pre-voting stage, your vote would be counted immediately no need for confirmation;
If this is your first time you would receive an email afterward make sure you confirm the validation link so your vote would be counted. 

 I really do appreciate. Thanks for making my day.

Please tell a friend and help spread the good news.

Thanks You...

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Saturday, 18 May 2013

RUNNING STOMACH; MY EXPERIENCE

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After a long day, I got home to relax when I remembered I had schedule a meeting for that evening; I was so hungry I decided to eat out since we would be meeting in an eatery close by. 

When I got there I checked their menu, hmmm! fried rice was not appealing at all, I looked at the picture of the jollof rice and chicken on the wall and it looked good with plenty green peas around it; so I decided to play safe and I ordered jollof rice and crispy chicken.

          
I carried my meal to my table where I was holding a brief meeting without really paying attention to what I was carrying. When I settled down I notice there were no green peas in the jollof rice and I thought maybe they would be underneath the food... I took my first spoon and all I could taste was thyme I stared at the food and I realized it was thyme infested. 

Who bath jollof rice with thyme????

I eat the food with hunger eye; still looking for green pea I could only count one green pea so far, looking at the picture on the wall and back to my food shaking my head this people are just fraudster deceiving people with the picture of plenty green pea inside jollof rice and giving me only one green pea in my 700 naira plate of jollof rice. Mscheww!!!

Generally the food was awful had to finish it though; my money and hunger at stake and the so called crispy chicken had no taste.

I got to the serving point after my meeting to inform the attendant that I just had the worst jollof rice ever and she just stared at me as if I was speaking Swahili; all this eatery attendant sef!! with no customer service/retention training. 

I went to the nearest super mart to buy my guilty pleasure pringles to wash off the awful taste of what I just had. 
3 hours after I got home, I noticed I was sweating unnecessary the fan and ac where on; after drinking very chilled water, I was still sweating; tummy pinching/biting/aching came along. 
I married the toilet all through the night and there was no flagyl or tetracycline in the medicine box. 
The pain was so much that I had to take pain killer.... for where; it didn't work. 

I was so uncomfortable I could only ask myself one question “why did I venture that eatery food???” A whole CEO GRUBS heheheh!!! 

Na vex I use write this article...

The pain and running tummy continued the next day had to reschedule my meeting for that day to avoid embarrassment, finally got myself sometime in the evening.

After plenty yabs from all angle I went into the kitchen to arrange some sharp sharp sweet jollof rice with fried diced beef *wink* and I promise not to go back to that eatery.... maybe their ice cream might take me back and my favorite eateries would still be patronised by me when need be.

While growing up I learnt thyme major use are for steaming your proteins; all them chicken, beef and co to soften and spice them and not to be used like curry powder.

My beloved chef's don’t bath your jollof rice with excess thyme it's a NO NO.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE EATERY AND GET A FREE GRUBS MAGAZINE SOFT COPY... ENJOY YOUR WEEKEND
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Thursday, 16 May 2013

TALLEST CAKE IN AFRICA BY TOSAN JEMIDE OF CAKES BY TOSAN

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Tosan Jemide of cake by Tosan today unveiled his anticipated project "Tallest Cake in Africa" at the Silverbird Galleria in Lagos.
According to a rep for Tosan Jemide, the cake will be ten-tiered and will stand at the proposed height of 28ft in order to beat the current Guinness World Records, which is of about 26ft.

At a recent press briefing, he noted that "It is time that we took on another challenge. What better challenge than to build the tallest cake in Africa". He also said that the project was tied to Africa in order to emphasize the positivity and creativity coming from the continent.

Today Nigerian sugar craft cakes maestro said 28ft master creation was inspired by his love for arts and crafts, passion for Nigeria, desire to blaze the trail, thinking not only outside the box but without the box as well as his understanding of the focus on Africa.
We gathered that Guinness Book of Records team has been notified about the event.
Any proceeds raised from the event will be used to raise funds for infrastructural development in Lagos public schools.

The bar has been raised... WOW!!! This is what we call Hard work and sleepless night... AND IT PAID OFF
PRETTY SOON GRUB'S BAKE OFF 2013 IN CONJUNCTION WITH JUMIA NIGERIA WOULD BE COMING YOUR WAY.... STAY TUNED

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SWALLOW: EBA,UTARA,AKPU,PONDO,...

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I bumped into this article on Dotta's blog yesterday and I was laughing so hard never believed someone would be soo passionate about swallow like she explained.... enjoy her story
I love swallow…as in swallow food! In my home Fufu, Amala, Eba etc. all fall under the umbrella of swallow.

I could easily have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner; it does not matter to me. I don’t discriminate so please don’t assume that there must be an exception to this heart felt choice as to what type of swallow I like or the frequency of eating it. I love them all. My love for Utara, that’s swallow in my native tongue is also tied to the soup used in accompanying it.

Seriously, it has to be just right; the right soup harmonizes well with the right Utara.

My love affair with swallow started rather early in my life. I remember years ago when I was seven…

It was 8:30 in the morning and I was bawling my poor eyes out. My mom could not understand why I was more interested in the cold onugbu soup from the night before rather than the bread and egg breakfast my siblings were wolfing down.

“Are you going to the farm to harvest yams that you need such heavy food so early in the morning?” mom bellowed!

Of course I ignored her and continued to wail…my desired effect was soon achieved as dad shouted angrily from their bedroom…”Oriakum biko give the child what she wants “.

This was one of my many repertoires for making sure I got my fill of swallow for the day. Swallow and I have a serious love affair! There is a serious science to the art of eating swallow; I will share with you the how and why. There is a method to this blissful madness.

Now… swallow on its own is practically useless, but the combination of swallow with the right sort of soup is heaven and works wonders to the benefactor’s palate, if and when properly executed. Many ardent follows like me can attest to this.

Take the humble Eba for instance…a very versatile candidate in the constituency of swallow. Eba works well with almost every kind of soup. Egusi, Edikaikong, Ofe Owerri, etc. Despite its versatility, it has perfect soul mates in the slippery trio: Ogbono, Okro and Ewedu.

The slippery trio facilitates TGS: Tete-a-tete, Gliding and Sliding.

Anyone can attest to the Tete a tete; the song and dance between the tongue and taste buds in the brief moment that the eba and soup play in the mouth, and the ease with which it Glides effortlessly down the upper regions of the throat before Sliding down to the lower regions. The ecstasy is comparable to none! And many have unintentionally damn near over dozed on the account of the smooth ride down town.

My mother being from a different part of Igbo land to my dad, uncannily gave me the best of both worlds; people… you have not lived until you eat Onugbu or Ora soup prepared the Orumba way. The method an Orumba woman cooks these soups defies explanation.

Take the ogili for instance; the mighty spice of my culture. It has a stench so vile it will leave you gasping for breath. Onugbu or Ora soup without the ogili flavour is seriously and stupendously lacking and incomplete…Imagine mother India without her curry…..are we getting the picture here?

This is the king of Igbo spices, folks. Absent…! And your taste buds will lack the pleasure of tasting this native soup to its full potential. In absence of ogili, many use okpie/dawadawa. I suppose those will do.

The onugbu, Ora and ofe ede, all work mighty well with our ever so accommodating candidate, eba. In fact, I call them “the agreement society” they agree with most anything in the swallow department, be it akpu, pounded yam, semovita etc.

As versatile as eba is, there is a category of native soups which I consider a no go area with eba; these soups in my humble opinion just don’t gel well with it. These are the white soups; banga or Ofe nsala for my Oguta brethren or Ofe akwu for others.

Imagine chewing dry hard bread… instead of the pleasant TGS effect, what you now get is a tug-o-war. Sheer unpleasantness! As your palate struggles with the bland taste of the dry bread, your mouth and its interiors equally toggles with the coarseness of it. The only remedy to such is a cool soft drink to wash it down…such it eba’s fate when coupled with the ‘whites’ on its descent to the chambers of the stomach.

Some years back, I suffered a fate almost death like in nature. My PCP ordered me off swallow or “these culprits” as she labeled them.

“No more utara for you Dotta, your cholesterol and blood pressure has gone through the roof!” As I heard those words, my world seemed to crash right down in front of me. I can honestly tell you that I don’t know which was more devastating to me; the news about my health, or the threat of giving up one of the main reasons why life was so sweet for me, my beloved swallow.

What was going to become of me? How indeed was I going to survive this? I sat there in shock and she may very well have been speaking Latin because I no longer understood her, I was stuck at “No more utara” This began my actual deterioration friends; I was forced into a diet of steamed everything. My diet had to be made up of vegetables, wheat, bran and oats.

My situation became a case of dieting with a broken heart. My symptoms did improve and the doctor was quite happy with that, but my general wellbeing continued to deteriorate.

Everyone was baffled! What was making me ill? The helplessness soon gave way to total despair and I became depressed and withdrawn. But as usual, life usually has a surprise up its sleeves and mine soon came for me.

An aunt of mine came to visit one afternoon, and after a long session of catching up and gossip, my husband offered her lunch. Just like me, the woman loves akpu. She readily agreed to lunch, but requested for Quaker oats. Oats? Hubby and I looked at each other and wondered…what’s with oats and soup?

Folks, it turned out that she had a way of making oats into swallow and had been doing so for years.

“IT’S A LIE! ” eziokwu aunty?” I asked in disbelief.

Well the rest as they say was history. She proceeded to show me how to make oats as swallow. I hugged and kissed her endlessly for the rest of her stay. Okay it was weird at first, but I soon convinced myself that I loved it.

As time went on, I soon found the perfect consistency for me, and thus was born my very own oat fufu.

The benefits were incredible, lowered cholesterol, normal blood pressure and not having that dead weight like feeling, like a brick was weighing me down like my past trysts with akpu.

No sooner than I had barely gotten over my no swallow dilemma, my evil PCP soon found another way to crash my hopes by insisting that palm oil was also a no go…now tell me how the hell will my soup taste without that palm kernel flavor eh?

It was as if the woman was on a mission to crush me. This oat fufu thingy is like the next best thing since sliced bread and oh…I tell you, I sure did ignore that woman doctor. I did switch to olive oil…yeah! But trust me I still added 2 to 3 tablespoons of the red stuff (abi na only flavor I bin want), and the taste? Still… Gbam!

They say too much of anything will kill a man, but I also discovered that if you deprive a man of something so deep to their core without placebo or gradual decrease, it can also kill him. I almost died from swallow deprivation. Thank God I survived to share my story with you all.

I am Dotta, still here with you; enjoying my swallow albeit in moderation now. You now know the how and why of my love for swallow. So I still hope to be here a while much longer to savor more of this most awesome of foods for as long as life permits.

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Saturday, 11 May 2013

DOING DISHES : MY KITCHEN NIGHTMARE

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Why is it always the obligation of the last child/born to do the dishes? Doing dishes is a nightmare for most people I know including me. 

Why is it compulsory that the youngest child must do the dishes? This is one question I kept asking myself while growing up though at a point I came to a conclusion that the older ones are also scared of doing dishes as well. 

Hmmm!!! Imagine having 7 siblings and after eating you as the youngest is expected to wash up all dirty dish in the sink including mummy, daddy, uncles and aunties plates, just imagine the pile up; and you are expected to clean and tidy the kitchen as well.

I remember crying almost every afternoon when am being reminded that I have not done my after lunch dishes which is usually much because our daily lunch is usually eba and soup where each person uses 2 plates 1 for eba and the other plate for soup.

And that is the exact time my playmates are all outside playing either Tempe or suwe. 

 I also remember rushing my food when I hear the sound of my playmates voices; all I want to do is join them forgetting I have chores to do after eating; And oh! my Hitler elder sister will always time me as soon as she realize am so engrossed in the fun, that’s when she would scream my name reminding me of the unwashed dishes and immediately my heart will skip not only is she reminding me she also wants my mum to hear that I have not done the dishes and then my mum would now send for me asking me to go straight to the kitchen and tidy it up… oh! How I hate those particular moment in my life.
That very moment when you are engrossed in your tempe or suwe game and if anyone tries to stop you; you would hit the person if possible and your elder sister noticing how carried away you are in the game thinking that it is the best time to burst the bubbles and mum happens to overhear which is like the worst event that has killed your joy for that moment; and you find yourself rushing into the kitchen to realize you have so much to wash that your hands will shrink after washing them, immediately tears start pouring down your eyes as you think up an excuse to give; you can’t say you are not feeling to well as you’ve been playing outside. When all tactics used to avoid washing dishes at that particular moment is futile, you give up and just keep crying while washing the plates. 

Oh! How I remember when I use whitlow as my excuse for escaping washing dishes, it got to a point when I stop going to my uncle who normally treats whitlow as I got to know the ingredients he uses and how to mix them together. I even became a whitlow doctor by wrapping the necessary mixture on my hands and when everyone in the house see’s my hand they will delegate the plate washing to another person and then they will start monitoring me to see when I will fault and definitely am always alert and if I am to play outside I go for suwe while I form hanging my hand so that I don’t hurt the hands. Whenever I notice the present of my parent I start fanning pains and immediately start crying and with this trick automatically I would be awarded bed rest by my dad for the next 2 days which annoys my siblings as they can’t do anything about it without any proof that my finger isn’t paining me. 

The irony of it all is that it wouldn’t take you less than 20 minutes to wash up the dishes but at that moment you feel as if it’s going to take you forever to finish it. 

Sometimes washing of dishes in my house where always allocated on weekly bases that’s when my mum notice that my siblings will purposely use plate even clean ones and dump in the sink. Then weekly bases start depending on how many of my siblings are around if it’s 4 of us it means for the next 3 weeks I won’t be washing dishes yippee!!! That until someone defaults and the routine will have to change to 1 person doing the dishes after breakfast and another for lunch and then dinner or 2 days intervals style. Those where the days you imagine a fairy god mother buying a dish washer in the house and hoping that one day when you close from school you would see your imaginary dish washer in the kitchen waiting for you to load all dirty dishes into them.

At one point I would bribe my cousins or siblings with either a piece of meat or half portion of my food just for him or her to take my dish washing turn. Then if I am to give him half of my meat he would wash only the plates but if I gave him a full piece he would wash the plates, pots and clean the kitchen.

Oh! How I distaste that moment when you are almost done with the dishes and someone is coming towards you with a tray of dirty dishes and pots and you can’t do much about it except murmur or cry and wish for something bad  happens to that person as at that point in time.

I had an aunt who lived with us back in the days, all she knows how to do in the kitchen is to pile up plates and pots and when she sees someone washing plates in the kitchen that’s when she would notice plates and pots that were not properly washed. And whenever she cooks OMG! She uses up all the pots, bowls and plates to cook I never liked her and I always dread her coming to visit us.

Recently I saw myself doing the same thing to my little cousin when I saw her expression I remembered how I use to feel those days. Just to put a little smile on her face and to avoid her wishing me all I had wished for my aunt those days; I decided to help her do the dishes whenever I can. I do have a dish washer at my house but I have never used it due to high electricity bill, since my hands have been doing the work all these while I guess I would stick to the good old days style.



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Tuesday, 26 February 2013

SPAGHETTI WHAT?????

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 PRE-BIRTHDAY DINNER WITH THE GIRLS(I NEED A NAME FOR IT)

 17th of February was my birthday and the gals wanted something from grubs kitchen to kick start evening; I decided to treat my gals with something different.... 

 I was never the girl you would see writing down spaghetti on my menu list but as I saw it lying down in the kitchen, I thought about trying something different from what I was use too and the gals did had fun with it... and am looking forward to making this meal soon.


                      



INGREDIENTS: 

8oz Spaghetti

4 large Tomatoes diced

1 large onion chop round

4 Carrot diced dice strip

1 large Green bell pepper dice strip

½ cups diced spring onions

4 small Fresh peppers diced

1tsp Salt

2 chicken stock cubes

½tsp Curry

200g Gizzard diced in small chunk

1 cup Baby shrimp

3tbs Vegetable oil (non cholesterol)

 REPARATION: 

Spice your diced gizzard and steam allow to cook till it soft but crunchy. 

 Boil hot water and add a little salt and vegetable oil; when the water is boiling break you spaghetti into the boiling water and cook till it’s ready (drain water off using a sieve). 

 Heat vegetable oil in a skillet and fry the gizzard till its brown then add your shrimp fry for less than 2mins; add your onions stair fry till onion is golden brown. 

 Add the tomatoes and pepper and fry sauce for another 5mins; add up salt, cube stock and curry; stare and add spring onion 2 minutes later. 

 Mix your sauce and already drained spaghetti together in between add your carrot and green pepper. Mix up properly while the heat is on and put down immediately everything is mixed properly 

 Carrot and green pepper has to be crunchy and very slightly cook almost fresh. 

 Enjoy your dinner....
                      

       









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Saturday, 16 February 2013

MY VALENTINE SPECIAL.... WHAT'S YOURS?

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I kick start my Thursday morning quite early since my internet service provider decided to wipe my data plan after 2 days of loading it... after several calls to their call center I was told to go to there office where I loaded the bundle.

 I left the house that morning to the shopping mall without having breakfast where I got my data plan to find out what happened and to rectify it. 

 I was suppose to have a meeting with a friend at her home so I called ahead to find out if there was food at home and she said " hmmm have I forgotten"  then I remembered she was on a serious diet and cos of that she does not stock her house with food stuff so she does not get tempted to cook as she wants to go back to her size 12 asap.

 I knew if I get to her house I would find something to cook. I decided to buy my guilty pleasure pringles hot & spicy flavor to hold the hunger.
I got to her house and dropped my bag and went straight to her kitchen I knew I had to eat something before starting any meeting; she asked what I would like to cook then she brought out this pepper paste she always prepares, grilled fish and grilled gizzard.I opened the fridge I saw some carrot and green pepper. I told her white rice and stew and so our meal started.

 INGREDIENTS:
Simi pepper paste (homemade)
Carrot striped diced
Green pepper striped diced
Grilled fish
Grilled gizzard diced
Vegetable oil
Salt
Onions
Spice cube
PREPARATION

 Put your vegetable oil in a skillet or pot, add a little salt when the oil is hot

 Add your onion and fry till its golden brown

 Add your simi home made paste fry for another 8 - 10 mins staring continuously

 Add your grilled fish and grilled diced gizzard and allow to cook for another 3 mins

 Then add the diced carrot and green pepper; allow it cook for less than a minute.

 Serve with white boiled rice.
*I couldn't wait to devour the food as the green pepper and carrot flavor gave it another aroma and an appetizing look.

 Didn't want to be too greedy I dished out a little but a lot though..... my friend had this small bowl she used to dish out her food and was tempted to go for another round.

 Felt so filled afterward; the meeting was somehow sloppy but we just had to do it... and I didn't forget to go home with my takeaway pack.



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