Groundnut soup
It's been up to 5 years since I tasted this taunting soup to my soul, and it's going to continue like that because I'm grown-up and can't be forced to eat what I don't like. If I travel home and meet the soup, I will kindly go and make myself noodles to make up for the day, even though noodles are not actually my thing.
I grew up to find dad, mom, and my older siblings enjoying this particular soup, which on a normal condition, I was supposed to enjoy because it's among the soups prepared at home. But no, I found it so unappealing from the scent and taste.
What is groundnut soup?
It's no different from the white melon soup, which is a bit common in Nigeria.
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This groundnut soup uses raw groundnuts, not the dried or fried ones. The groundnuts are grinded in a grinding stone or using a grinding machine, which, when mixed with water, almost becomes liquid due to how finely grinded it is. It doesn't require any oil; it's just put inside the pot, and ingredients such as seasonings, fish, and meat are added, then it's given some minutes of boiling, and the soup is ready.
Being very sincere here, the taste is actually delicious because I have tasted it many times, but the smell easily turns me off. It's like chewing groundnuts.
It's a very normal soup in our house, cooked rotationally alongside egusi, okro, and others.
Among my family members, I was the only one who frowned at the soup, which made it very unnoticed because the majority always wins. Even when they knew that I didn't like it, the rate at which it was cooked was never adjusted, and my mom was the type that didn't allow differences in food preferences at home....if I started cooking my own food, no way! So whenever it was cooked, I had to have a taste of it, or I went to bed with an empty stomach.
My dislike for the soup used to anger my mom a lot, and she would start blasting me for having a stupid habit of being selective about food in the house, which she always kicked against. Trust African mom!
There was no option for me; I had to adapt to eating it because back then, there was nothing like having personal money, except when a relative living in the city came around and gave us money. I adapted a little to the extent that I used to help in preparing the soup for them in situations when mom and the girl who used to cook food were occupied with activities. That's how I ended up cooking what I didn't like. Hehehe😅
Life was like that, and when I gained admission to school, I was the happiest person because I completely did away with the soup. Even when I travel home now, they know that they can't force me to eat that soup.
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