This past weekend, I decided to cook some efo soup; it was my very first time cooking efo soup. If I had known it was such an effortless activity, I would have done it sooner. I cooked a rather small pot of soup because it was my trial soup, and I was not sure how it would turn out. I’m not sure how well to convey the goodness of this soup. Well, let me put it this way: my mom literally chased me around the kitchen island. Yes, she wanted more of my efo soup.
My only regret is that I did not cook a bigger pot of soup. Oh, the other regret is that I did not have any pounded yam, so I had to eat it with farina. Sigh. Farina just doesn’t have the same effect as pounded yam. It does not glide. It just passes through. You probably don’t need me to tell you that this soup, too, is a sure husband getter. And permanent keeper. I just need to cook both soups, and then, go to a male-infested, testosterone-breeding ground and serve it to them. Unfortunately, the male bathroom is not suitable. Some other time, I guess.