64 Balls – Your family could be wrong about you

So I like cooking. Secretly I have loved it for ever but my mom never allowed me in the kitchen. I was the butt of all kitchen jokes for most of my adolescent years after the “all spice” incident. Mom asked me to please put a few all spice (thingies) into the soup.(those little black balls)

Lovely thick veggie broth it was. I took a deep sniff of the soup and then the all spice; I decided to throw in a handful, and then a few more handfuls. I OD’d on the all spice.

When mom lifted the lid to check on the soup the surface was covered by black all spice balletjies! Looked like Monwabisi on a hot summer day.

Ok, so mom calls everyone into the kitchen to see miracle soup, yes even Mrs Roos from next door who temporarily put aside her quarter for beer and broke out in toothless grin at my offering and then to make matters worse they decided to count the all spice. Sixty four balls of all spice, to great amusement of my family and their friends. They convinced me I can’t cook.

Even now when I say I will rustle up something their first response is “as long as it’s not lentil stew”. The thing is the darn lentils just wouldn’t get soft. I cooked the whole day out of it and it just would not get soft. When supper time arrived and eager mouths held out hopeful hands I had no choice but to dish up the hard lentils. They clinked onto the plate, I squirted some tomato sauce, made a little island with the rice so the little bastard balls could not escape – I know I know…bad move, but I tried.

They laughed so much that night – no one ate, not even the dog wanted it. As wedding gift mom gave me a tin opener and said – there you go!

But I sure proved them wrong. I am now a very confident chef and have even applied myself to baking, add that to super sleuth and voila! No recipe can hide from my zealous claws. I cooked lentils for the first time yesterdady after the incident years ago. To great success. See sometimes your family can be wrong about you. I bet no one thought that Pammie could churn out 200 kegels a day but she sure showed them Ha!

Boure (aka B) from now on that is….:-)