Something Nubian

We’ve all had those “what was I thinking?” moments in the kitchen. Mine came the first time my oldest daughter invited her boyfriend over for dinner. She was 16, and I was determined to show off my cooking skills—especially with my grandmother’s peach cobbler recipe. You know, the one that makes people close their eyes after the first bite because it tastes like pure love.

Dinner was fine. The cobbler looked golden and ready to impress. I served it up with all the confidence in the world. Then came the first bite. Y’all… something was OFF.

Instead of the warm, sweet comfort of cinnamon, we were greeted by the bold, savory kick of… cumin. 🤦🏾‍♀️

I had managed to sabotage my own grandmother’s recipe by grabbing the wrong spice jar. Cumin instead of cinnamon. Peach cobbler with taco seasoning energy. A mess.

We laughed about it later (and ordered ice cream for dessert instead), but that moment taught me something: not every “fail” is a failure. Sometimes it’s just seasoning for the story you’ll tell later.

ReikiRaEss 🧿