Growing up as an immigrant child I didn’t really have a variety of food. We ate the same old things, a constant rotation of delicious Nigerian food. You know the saying there’s rice at home? There was indeed rice at home!

Until I discovered Fajitas. As a kid this food that required so little time to make, yet so delicious and so packed with as much chicken I wanted, was a dream.

It was my go to thing whenever I wanted to try something different and I didn’t hesitate in putting the whole fam on it. I didn’t get to cook much as a teen but when I did, you knew what time it was.

At some point between life and growing up I sort of stopped making fajitas, I’m not sure why. It just left my life and I  hadn’t touched that piece of Mexican magic for years until a couple days ago.

During my usual Sunday food shop, I was looking for ingredients for a spaghetti bolognese. But alas there was no mince, now what do I do. If you know me well I’m a man who doesn’t like trying new things, so this was a tough task, until I walked past the fajitas shelf…

I thought why not, I used to love these, I wonder if it’s still easy to make? I got home and my questions were answered in about 15 mins. Because that’s how long it took for the ingredients to go from the chopping board to my plate. Could this get any better?

I’m now on the second night of my fajitas, rolling my final tortilla, and this sudden euphoric feeling of nostalgia came over me. Of the excitement I used to get from something so small as making a different dish that I loved. Wow, what an incredible feeling to be so happy from such a little thing.

So here I am writing down my thoughts. Is this what nostalgia does to us or do we lack appreciation of the smaller things as we mature?

I don’t want to go down the usual narrative of saying we only appreciate things when they’re gone and been in the present helps you notice the little things. But it is indeed facts, taking in those little moments can make a big difference.

Funny because I’m currently having these fajitas whilst watching my favourite episode of The Bear, Forks. The episode ends on a theme that is persistent throughout it, every little second counts.

Make the most of the seconds you have.

Oh and use this opportunity to do something  you enjoy that you haven’t done in a while. Do it on your own, for yourself, and I hope you enjoy it!

So there you have it, it all started from fajitas.

And who knows this might just be nostalgia, but who cares, I want more fajitas!