If I ever decide to become a food blogger, please stop me. It can end my career. The kind of things that happen to me in the kitchen sometimes, don’t happen to other people. Today, I decided to prepare Adalu, a Yoruba delicacy of corn and beans. I had never eaten it and was naturally curious. So, I visited Sisi Yemmie, 9jafoodie and Dooney’s kitchen, blogs that have been saving lives and homes since 19piridim to source for recipes. In all my sourcing, I somehow managed to miss the part where they mentioned that the corn had to be pre-boiled (probably because some of them used canned corn). You know it’s corn season and there’s so much corn in the market now, yet I ended up combing the entire market before I could find one woman selling fresh, raw corn (everybody else sold boiled corn). It was until I got home and checked the recipe again that I realised I just put myself through unnecessary stress trying to find raw corn and was about to stress myself even further.
Have you ever tried to remove fresh corn seeds from the cob? I mean the very fresh, barely mature ones. It’s like trying to remove a suckling baby from his mother’s breast. If you’re not careful, you’ll end up with crushed corn seeds, all its self-esteem, gone. I went through this gruelling task with care. It probably took an hour before I could finally put the corn to boil. I expected the corn to boil quickly since it had been detached from the cob and it was very fresh. For where? The madam was just taking her time, dancing inside the pot. So I left her to go relax (a.k.a gist with the landlord’s daughter).
By the time, I returned to check on the corn, I discovered that the cooking method had changed from boiling to roasting, like water changes state from liquid to gas. Alas, brethren! The corn I painstakingly prepped had gotten burnt. I didn’t know whether to cry for myself or to laugh at my ignorance. But then I remembered the pair of jeans I bought this morning at an amazing price (amazing prices are CHEAP, very cheap prices) and I consoled myself, knowing that no matter what plans the corn had, today was meant to be a great day.
I jejely washed the pot and put the beans to boil; then took my now-subdued self to the neighbouring compound to buy very hot boiled corn. When the beans got soft, I poured the corn into the pot alongside all the remaining ingredients and in no time Aunty Adalu was ready. I was still giving the food bad eye until I tasted the finished product. Since it was the first time for all the food tasters (Isi, Obehi and I), we all agreed that the meal was delicious. I don’t know how food bloggers do it, especially the adventurous ones. I mean, ordinary beans was about to give me high BP. Kai! I salute all the kitchen heroes on and off the internet. You guys are the realest.
Love and Adalu,
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