Am I the only one that loves food and yet I can't even dishonestly give myself a fifty percent pass in kitchen matters? This is embarrassing but I have to say it like it is. At 21 I have still not acquired that cooking instinct like my mother has or most women have which makes them know without thinking, the quantity of seasoning to add to a soup and it will taste just right. The challenge I usually face in the kitchen is- SALT and MAGGI problem(Wave your hands if this is yours too). Even with as much tasting and precision when doling out seasonings into the dish. Something just pushes me to add a pinch more salt and that is it. The food is ruined. The meal I had laboriously fawned over turns into a salty nightmare. Anyway, that is by the way. I want to tell you a story about my recent Jollof rice rice cooking disaster. One fine Saturday morning, I climbed out of bed thinking it was the perfect time to prepare the jollof rice i had been craving all week. Not just j
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