Chapter 10: The Not So Good Housewife
I went for those
stupid cooking classes my mother booked for me and threaten my allowance if I don’t
attend
I was in a class full of snobs, most of them had dropped out of school , to be primed into good housewives , I was stuck with 14 and 15 year olds apparently my mother booked me for the most basic course ...... I had just turned 19 so I stuck out like a sore thumb...
To make matters worse they all were better cooks than me.
After maybe 300 tries I finally got a roti round while the other girls had it within 2 tries and to top it off mine got burnt ...While the younger girls came out perfect
I had cuts all over my fingers from chopping veggies in perfect cubes, I'm sure Food lover market does all the veggies for you, or I could just pop into woolies and get them nobody going to know the different
Any curry I tried to make always had extra salt or masala.
The teacher was fed up with after I nearly burn the whole place when we were baking cakes mine came out black and hard as a cement brick and all of a sudden blew up into flames . Sigh! I wanted to use that to throw at the nosey ladys yard , oh if only it went up in flames then.
The lady doing the cooking class phoned my mother and told her she will refund the next weeks money and never to send me back there.
My mother though I did it on purpose and I never heard the end of it.
I spend the next two weeks laying around waking up just before Zuhr, bathing and putting pj's on, catching up on movies and series ...
Or get Ahmed to help me gang up on Yumnah like old times but he was all grown up and went out with friends the whole time so Ibrahim was my new partner in crime ....
He helped me hide Yumnah socks all over the house , and leaving random one legs in her cupboard . and dye Ahmeds shirts pink ...
Ramadhaan was about to start and our house went into a busy hub of samosas making. Everyday all the ladies will come and full they different samosas together, in our dining room and in the kitchen was pie making ... The house was full of chatter as the ladies got on with their task
Of course nobody asked me to help because they found out about my dilemma in the kitchen as that lady teaches every ones daughter's how to cook the best dishes I was the first to get kicked out....
Amina had came home for a while her parents were thrilled so I decided to have a sleep over like old times in our fuzzy matching pj's we stocked up on all the junk food we could find and watched a re- run of gossip girl ...
We had made up and things were getting better ....
We were in the middle of our Morton when Amina let out a piercing scream ...Yumnah came running in
I tried not to panic as I tried to help Amina up onto a chair.
“Yumnah call Abba, Amina is bleeding....”
