The love of my life likes rice so I decided to make her Christmas all about rice. Luckily for me, a friend added a bag of Cindy rice to the hamper he made for me. I nearly gave the rice out just because it wasn't a brand I'm used to but my rice aficionado Bae insisted I keep it (it was good new; I was on a budget. Once she said I should keep it means "problem solved". The money for rice will be used to purchase more mutton). Truth be told, I would have regretted giving out the bag of Cindy rice if I had to taste it somewhere else after.
For breakfast I prepared her rice porridge (Bae doesn't like broken-rice porridge, and the full grain Cindy rice didn't disappoint), fried some eggs, toasted bread and served it in bed (you should have seen the grin; she had very little idea how her 25th was going to be lit). I asked her to stay in bed all she wants and rest (nah she didn't ... she had episodes of Orange is the New Black to watch) as I did the laundry and prepared
mutton vegetable source. That afternoon my kitchen was lit; you can imagine how I wouldn't even hear my phone ring as the washing machine (could only find space at the kitchen) and blender were singing their own Feliz Navidad! Oh, she loved my mutton vegetable source when I served it with rice for lunch.
We prepared groundnut soup the previous weekend so I knew I had to take it out of the freezer around noon to stand any chance of a defrost so it could be used for an "Omo Tuo" supper. Ha! Cindy rice saved me from that "one-hand on a cooker" stress. It was smooth and soft. All I did was just to add some extra water and voila! I enjoy cooking, especially for her, but I learned how to cook from my father who also enjoyed cooking for his family.
Men who cook don't have two heads and women don't belong to the kitchen.