homemade mayonnaise
jorge alejandro vargas prado
Santino, drenched in pure juvenile emotion, begged his mother to prepare homemade mayonnaise.
“Santino, please! Don´t you understand that I don’t know how to make mayonnaise?”
“Mom, just tell me the ingredients, I’ll figure out how to make it.”
“My boy! Are you really going to make mayonnaise when you can just buy the store-bought kind that tastes much better?”
“Homemade mayonnaise tastes better, mom. Making it ourselves makes it the most delicious mayonnaise in the world! Are you going to tell me the ingredients already?”
“Egg, oil and salt… I think…” said the mother, tired, defeated.
“Egg, what else?” Santino said as he put the eggs in the blender.
“Oil.”
“Oil, what else? ” The oil came out, golden and young, like Santino himself.
“Just a little salt.”
Santino, excited, was about to finish his feat.
“Honey, put the lid on the blender before you start it.”
“No, mom, it’s alright...What for? It’s only a couple of seconds.”
“Put the lid on the blender...”
“Come on, mom, let me do things my way... I’m twenty years old already... ”
“Put the lid on…”
Super annoyed, Santino pressed the start button at the highest speed. Immediately afterward, he was drenched in homemade mayonnaise.
“There’s some money on the kitchen table,” said the mom, smiling. “Go right now and buy me a normal jar of mayonnaise.”
translator: maru delgado
corrections: rebecca thompson and iván villanueva jordán