In response to daily posts one-word prompt : Zing
There are days when my enthusiasm for cooking rises in leaps and bounds. Yesterday was our Eid ul Azha celebration. I stayed home, decided I’d cook up a storm. I did have the ingredients to do so. I took out the meat, realized it didn’t seem there was enough for company, called the supermarket, the butcher told me she didn’t have the cut of meat I wanted.She had other types, I set out to catch my favourite bus to go grocery shopping, the meat shelf had very little to choose from, I picked the one that looked decent. There were a few other ingredients I needed I picked them up, checked in and was out to catch the same route to get home.
I arrived home on time, I took the meat, prepared it, sliced onions and put my cooking pot on the stove. I felt a pain on my back, had to ignore it, and resume my cooking. It took a while to cook the beef chicken, rice and put together the yoghurt salad, we call raita.
My daughter came home from work at about 6 pm, by then my cooking was done. I asked her, “Did you call Jerome?”
The reply, “O mom I completely forgot, it’s okay I’ll call him now!”
She called the friend, he was still at work, said he’d love to come for dinner but not before 8:15 pm. Hearing the time he can make it was enough to dwindle my eagerness to eat.
Our body reacts to bad news differently, mine was resumption of my backache. Luckily the guy is considerate, he said, “You don’t have to wait for me.”
This was music to my ears,my backache was gone and my appetite soared when I heard I can eat without him.