Saturday: A Very Quiet Day

I slept in a little, waking up at 9 AM. I then went shopping with Sam and Ernest; to get ingredients for the traditional dish from Ghana that Ernest was planning on making Sunday. Sam tagged along to learn part of the city, to get needed supplies and for company, I think. When we got back to res, Edi was cleaning the kitchen, as is his job. When I asked him what he was planning on cooking (as he wanted to cook on Saturday and not on Sunday as I’d originally proposed) he said he wasn’t going to. I took a page from his book and threw a fit. I told him it was unfair to insist on a day to cook and then change your mind on the 11th hour (it was past 3 by this point). I said that if the rest of us could stick to a schedule, he could too. While Ernest was willing to switch (though his food needed more prep time than he’d get at that point) I said no. When Ernest agreed to give Saturday to Edi, he was expected to be ready. As for his argument of not having what he needed, I pointed out, not unkindly, that we’d been at the supermarket the day before. HE could have, I reasoned, gotten the foodstuffs he needed then. In the end, Edi cooked. The food was good, but salty. Which, really, isn’t a surprise. I saw him add the salt and it was enough to meet the sodium intake for all four of us for five days.