This conditional life

When I was younger, I used to think people don't change. Who you are born as, is how you stay until death do you part but as I gunner more years, making the most out of all experiences life has to offer and hoping that they will be mostly beautiful, I see that, if factors are not kept constant, all life can metamophorse. 

So watching my sister over the years, I notice her situation is not very different from mine. For particular areas of home grooming, we both didn't have strong educators albeit both parents being very present. Dad always made sure homework was done and everything else school was in check while, mum, the fun one, always made sure we lived our best playful lives, so going to the parks, fancy restaurants, the movies and the beach were catered for by this embodiment of a happiness general. Sadly cooking lessons surfaced only in a form where you had to figure how its all done in your own imaginary culinary classroom and that helped some of the siblings to spring out as great cooks, but for others, it left in total confusion of why cooking is such a hustle!! 

One of my sisters was no exception to the confusion corner of the ring and as she came to visit my new family over the festive season for a while, she brought her cooking warfare along. Of course, after a few days of being a visitor, you become part of the family and that means taking part in all family activities and responsibilities in which, a daily cooking roter was embedded. Her first days were terrifying, the family would get scared to go to the dining space once food was ready because we literally drank more water from the plates we were served than anything else. That also came with tonnes of soggy food so there was really no chewing involved for her meals, just a swallow here and a gallop there and you are through. As we kept up with the unintended soup diets, we steadily started to see a change, a good one this time. As the kitchen roter kept tasking her to cook, she began to learn the best spice combos for her dishes, cooking times, heat requirements, salt and water measurements for each food type, she had began to be conditioned to a new setting, a cooking setting! and she was taking it by the horns! It suddenly hit me like the thief in the night Jesus talked about that I had been in the very same spot a few years ago and had since been promoted to chief cook in my home.

I soon learned that everything in this life can be learned and unlearned, given enough exposure time and the appropriate enabling environment. 

It taught me a big one on food;-all eating lifestyles and habits, both good and bad, pro-health and sickening can all be changed if I condition myself and my environment for them, and for that career tip, I am grateful to my sister.