Coconut Rice

My family people never cooked coconut rice while I was growing up; it was just never on our menu. I often heard rumors about people preparing it, and during visits to some aunts and uncles, I would sample their coconut rice. Though I didn’t fancy it very much, it wasn’t bad at all. It had a certain classiness about it, tasted nice, and felt a little simpler compared to the spiced richness of Jollof rice or the vegetables in fried rice.

Growing up, I never got around to asking my mum why she hadn’t cooked coconut rice for the family. But as I learned more about cooking, the curiosity to try making it myself grew stronger. So, I finally decided to experiment with coconut rice.

I went to the market, determined to gather everything I needed. I asked a friend to explain how to cook it for me, eager to get started on this dish
So I began to cook it, following the same procedures that she had given me on WhatsApp. I was cooking and cooking, and the aroma I was getting was similar to the one from coconut rice that I had tasted elsewhere. But then, after I took my pot off the heat, I went down the street and bought a bottle of drink to make the meal a bit more interesting.
As I took my first bite from the spoon, I hated rice for the first time in my life. I just hated rice in general because the cooking had gone so badly, and it even tasted bitter.
In this current economy, I had to waste the pot of rice, I can't get over the pain.