Plof is the Russian name for the advanced type of jollof rice. Plof, when prepared the right way, can flavor your day and fill you with thoughts and experiences of Christmas.
I do have a young man in my block who prepares plof in a very special way. He tries to prepare it every weekend. It is not a food you cook in a hurry. Cutting the carrots alone does take time, not to talk of frying the meat, and letting the rice steam. Which is why, I believe, he leaves it for Friday or Saturday evenings.
My Tajik friend was at it again last weekend and I was there with him. After carefully adding several ingredients to the pot of rice, I saw him open the cover of the pot (such kind that can never burn); and greeted by the aroma from the pot, he exclaimed in Russian that, “this food is truly going to be very tasty.”
What he said got me thinking. I immediately took my mind off the plof which I was already salivating for, to his statement. I observed that although he wasn’t done with the cooking, he could somehow tell that the food was going to be delicious. He probably considered the ingredients he had invested into the pot of rice. He must have considered the care he took in combining the ingredients for him to be quite sure he was on the right path – to obtaining a ‘wow’ edition of plof. And he did.
I observed that our lives are like that plof being prepared, with us as the cook. We determine what goes into that pot with the choices we make. Our decisions are the ingredients that make for either a delicious and exciting life, or a life where men will taste and shake their heads in regret, either because of too much salt, or too much water. We decide what goes in there.
I pray that after that plof experience I will take greater care in determining the ingredients that go into my destiny.
So help me God.
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