MID-WEEK RANDOM POST!

  

Hi folk, this is a first. 

I had not planned to post this week, I was going to take the easy option with my excuse being that it's half term. Pathetic excuse though, as it's not as if my 17 and 15 year old are babies, they very much do their own thing. I just stay at home out of habit with them, while they ignore me and wonder 'why is this woman at home, hugging the remote control?' 

Sorry to digress but while on the subject of 'hugging' why do our people love the rude phrase 'go and hug a transformer' when 'cussing' people out?

Anyway as I try to hold on to the last of my youth by engaging in up-to-date-hippy banter with my girls,

they are hardly ever impressed though, as keeping up with the youth today is another matter entirely you see they use all their own slangs. When I share a joke with them which I feel is really funny, they roll their eyes and refer to it as "fish n chip" banter!! (That's their slang for 'substandard'). I've just asked them what word would they use to qualify my good banter though, they replied 'mummy you've never cracked good banter, we'll let you know when you do'

My feelings are rather hurt as I've always thought of myself having a GSOH (good sense of humour). And I think back to a late night chat I had with a witty 'aburo' (younger one!) last week as the usual trend conversation starts off all sensible and above board and then somehow the tone is lowered and we get all giggly and hysterical over our chat. I don't know what led to this chat about our Naija food, okra, ewedu and apon and why for the life of us we refer to such as 'draw soup' and how obviously the word 'draw soup' is a Naija coined termed as not in a single dictionary uses the word 'draw' to describe the consistency of a soup!! And we took it further by imagining what would happen if we visited a top notch Jamie Oliver or the foul mouthed Gordon Ramsey English restaurant and made a request for 'draw soup'. And the perplexed response we could expect like 'you want what?? Draw soup? Sorry hun, this is a restaurant think you got the wrong place this is not an art gallery and you can't make any 'drawings' of soup here'

Oh dear, I've just checked and some poor soul has actually made a rather unimpressive attempt to define 'draw soup' on Wikipedia and I quote:

"Draw soup is a soup popular in the southeastern region of Nigeria. It is made, typically, from okra or pumpkin seeds. It gets its name from the thick nature of the broth as it 'draws' out of the bowl when eaten with a spoon, or more typically, when eaten by dipping a small piece of pounded yam into it. This is a popular dish especially with ground rice"

The problem I have with this definition is they do not actually explain what 'draw' is so only my people would understand what they mean, so could any of the 'cookers' in the building help us out here?

And in other breaking news 'my sister from another mother' Mummy Dun, celebrated a landmark birthday on Sunday, she invited a number of us (sorry I'll amend that, she invited a HUGE NUMBER OF US) to her thanksgiving service followed by a meal at a Chinese restaurant, I ate myself into stupor!! So much for my previously insisting Naija food is the only way forward as those eat-as-much-as-you-like buffet, no get part 2 if you visit a good one, you know?

We were spoilt for choice. In my head I was doing 'enny meeny miny mo' before selecting next dish, there is an 'art' to eating such meals you see, the secret is not to fill up on too much fluids and to pace yourself. My only regret was the high heels I wore, as they made navigation around the food stations somewhat difficult. I did have an old pair of well worn flat boots in car but sis-in-law and brother made it clear if I attempted to put them on they would not sit with me!

I thought I was done and could eat no more, until I noticed the sweetie station filled with every type of sweet one could imagine, jelly babies, smarties, jelly beans, pear drops, bon-bons, toffee to mention a few, though accompanied with a large notice "These sweets are to be eaten in restaurant and are not for takeaway' (they must have known my people were in the building!)

I sat back at the table, my brain in overdrive, I need a visit to sweet station but these shoes are a killer, I enquire from my cousin SOJ, where was the youngest person in the vicinity, so I could send them to get the sweets for me, she points out to me I should stop being a 'random' Aunty!!! (you need to read my post Because I'm your mother that's why! to appreciate the subtle insult she has just thrown my way!!!). Anyway she's really nice and rather than have me bully her daughter 'Big Sis J' into getting the sweets for me she actually goes to get them herself. 

Bless your cotton socks 'cousin' Xxxx

Thanks 'Sis from another mother' for such a nice day. 

On that note guys have a great week.