Growing up, Sunday was always a lovely day because my mum did the best cooking on Sundays. That was the only day we ate the tastiest jollof rice, it was the only day that coconut was added to the Jollof.
During the 45-minute drive home, the kids lost their cool especially after passing through so many pizza joints on the way. She was determined to keep the Sunday jollof tradition going so she did not flinch. Luckily, before the frenzy escalated into a full-blown fight, they got home and walked into their very modest apartment building, briskly.
Once inside, she offered the kids some fruit juice and left-over muffins to hold them off and raced off inside the kitchen to make them her famed Jollof rice. She had hoped that the her good cooking would be enough to help her keep her husband forever. It worked for a while until an unfortunate incident happened…
By the time she finished cutting the onions and bell peppers, the kids had already rekindled their drama. She hadn’t even cut the tomatoes yet, and cooking while separating a fight between Idowu and Emeka is neck-snipingly frustrating. As a nurse, you always have to improvise when you are pushed into a corner.
So, she she reached for the Nerrido Tomato Stew in her pantry and poured it straight into the half-cooked rice. She then cut some salmon into small pieces and rolled them into the pot of rice. Voila! Food was ready in 10 mins.
The kids had already gotten into an actual fight by the time she rushed the food to the dining table. The aroma of the Nerrido Tomato Stew quickly filled the room and before she knew it the kids had already climbed into their chairs, and ready for the chow.
After, they stuffed themselves the next thing she noticed was that the kids were sleeping. So she went to bed too. An afternoon nap is the best gift for a hardworking mother and having no husband to bother you could be a blessing in disguise.
This should have been a story of how Jollof rice saved a family on Sunday but Nerrido Tomato Stew was the real saver.