You know you are getting old when...

I am starting to believe that the years are catching up with me going by something that has been happening more and more frequently. I have shared before about my dislike for githeri, aka murram, aka succotash (FYI that is the mzungu name for it). My dislike for this dish was born in boarding school where little effort was made towards presentation or taste.

Looking back, I realise that after high school, I subconsciously avoided githeri as much as I could and even when I started my own home, it was years before I began buying the necessary ingredients to make it. I could never understand my friends who said githeri was a staple in their homes and that they could have it for breakfast, lunch and supper without a problem. Not me.