Thanks to our Chefs

Yaw was seriously licking his fingers while wiping the sweat trickling down his face with his cream handkerchief when I got to the Noah's arch Canteen that warm afternoon.

There was a mild queue of young famish guys waiting for their turn to place their order. I had wanted to join but thought I could share some pleasantries with Yaw.

Monetarily, I saw this sunburnt fellow waved at the waiter to give him the transparent miniature toothpick bottle on an adjacent table so he could remove the stubborn piece of meat that got stuck in the gaps of his kola-stained teeth.

His facial expression and that of calm Yaw was enough proclamation of a good meal. And I surmised they really enjoyed the meal.

There are days we fast from food but the truth is that we all eat to live and grow.

Sometimes we only enjoy the meals without appreciating the chefs through who's culinary skills the meals are prepared to quench our hunger.

Often time, it's painful after going through the trouble to cook, the guests supposed to eat rather waste the meal.
It's also worrying when we excessively criticise the chefs who sometimes dish out tasteless and salty food.

However, at this moment of Thanksgiving, it is appropriate to appreciate those who brace the odds, to cook those wonderful meals we eat daily in order to get the vital nutrients we need for our growth.

It is in order to acknowledge the farmers through whose toils and efforts we get the foodstuff to our home.

With that same token, let's recognise our market women who take the risk to trek our ’beautiful’ routes to cart the goods to our various market centres so that you and I can easily access the groceries and other ingredients.

So if you are able to feel your tummy today, please remember to thank the chef, the market women and the farmer who start the preparation of the meal from their farms.

I am grateful to everyone who spared their time to prepare sumptuous meals that I had ate all this while to keep a healthy body. I am equally sorry for the few moments when I took for granted the efforts of these chefs who shed tears courtesy the slice of onions and the stubborn smokes that cough their way through the wet fire woods in the clay swish of open kitchens.

God bless you for feeding us.
Thank you.
#KYB ✍®#