Inbetween 20

My father was the first man I met who knew how to cook. Most days, when he would fall out with Mummy, he would enter the kitchen, Ada and I would join him. He would instruct us, telling us what to cut ,what to pound or the right amount of spices to use in each meal. It was my father who taught us how to cook.

The first boyfriend I had in university, did not know how to do anything. He even jumped to light a matches which irritated the life out of me. I met Mathew later on after school, he used to cook with book guides or online cooking guides. It was amusing but I loved that I had hope of getting a good breakfast in bed someday.

Ike was cooking. He was introduced all the ingredients for his food in a grand style, claiming his rice would put any restaurant rice to shame.

"But have you met my rice? " I asked, hopping onto the Island. He turned from the pot and laughed then continued cooking.

"No, I have not, bab