On Eggs and Life...
Mum hired a new cook. He had
previously worked in a restaurant. I wish I could paint a picture that we had
someone from an exotic restaurant come to work in our humble home… Ha! Don’t
let your imaginations run wild at the mention of restaurant. My mum was relieved
to get someone new.
I really didn’t care about
where he was from or if he was new or not… Not until the first day he made
breakfast.
I wasn’t a very happy child
when I saw what breakfast was.
I was expecting regular fried
eggs and bread, not soggy looking eggs with a pile of tomatoes and probably too
much oil.
I had never seen egg stew/sauce
before then. I only knew of the boiled, fried and scrambled variations.
When mummy came out for breakfast,
I was whining, and almost in tears as I had to eat my bread without eggs “he doesn’t even know how to fry eggs” I
complained.
My little girl mind couldn’t
comprehend how an adult, who was supposed to be a cook, from a restaurant, had
no idea how to fry eggs. Even I could fry eggs if given a chance. Why would he
fry it that way? So distastefully!
Mummy didn’t really
acknowledge my complaint, she probably felt sorry for me not eating well before
going to school.
The cook was relieved of his
job. I’m not sure it was because of the eggs though… I had to ask my mum why he
was sacked, because I suddenly felt bad as I wrote this, what if he left
because I said he couldn’t fry eggs? Mummy can’t remember why she asked him to
go, but I can be rest assured from the look on her face that she thinks me
silly for thinking she sacked a man for making yummy egg sauce.
Today? I’m the queen of egg sauce;
I love it with yam, with plantain, with sweet potatoes, I even have it with
bread sometimes. I love to make it. I’m sure I’ll rival that cook in an egg
stew cook out! I’ve got egg stew game.
It’s funny how we often reject
what we can’t understand. Because we’ve always had something or done something
in a certain way doesn’t mean the next way isn’t cool enough, or even better.
Add two to five and you get a seven. The same way you get a seven if you add
four to three or six to one.
There was a little old lady who would come out every morning on the steps of her front porch, raise her arms to the sky and shout, "Praise the Lord!"
Well, one day an atheist moved into the house next door. Over time, he became irritated at the little old lady. So every morning he would step out onto his front porch and yell after her, "There is no God!"
Time passes with the two of them carrying on this way every day. Then one morning in the middle of winter, the little old lady stepped onto her front porch and shouted, "Praise the Lord! Lord, I have no food and I am hungry. Please provide for me, oh Lord!"
The next morning she stepped onto her porch and there were two huge bags of groceries sitting there. "Praise the Lord!" she cried out. "He has provided groceries for me!" The atheist jumped out of the hedges and shouted, "There is no Lord. I bought those groceries!" The little old lady threw her arms into the air and shouted, "Praise the Lord! He has provided me with groceries and He made the devil pay for them!"
lol ooh my God i laughed so hard funny story
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ReplyDelete"Don’t miss out on opportunities because they don’t present themselves in the way your mind pictured them to come." I love this.
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ReplyDeletefood for thought " It’s funny how we often reject what we can’t understand. Because we’ve always had something or done something in a certain way doesn’t mean the next way isn’t cool enough, or even better. Add two to five and you get a seven. The same way you get a seven if you add four to three or six to one. ""
sorry.. i had to copy and past the whole paragraph.