soor: to be satisfied
My family often makes vegetables along with the fish and rice that is the staple meal, usually cooked in the rich broth along with the fish, so they become tender and soft and full of flavor. Eggplants and cassava, carrots and cabbage, squash and bitter tomato. But here’s the what’s strange—they all seem to hate vegetables!
We sit around the communal platter and I notice—the eggplant goes untouched, the cassava left over, the bitter tomato still intact. I am the only one who steals a bite of cabbage, who leaps at the eggplant. And if I wait until everybody else has left the table, I can have nearly all the vegetables to myself!
Lately, my family has realized that I love vegetables, even the ones that none of them like. And now, as the dinner goes on, they push them to me—flip the whole cassava into my territory, edge the eggplant my way. I’ve been eating so well lately! Soor naa, I say happily, putting down my spoon. I’m full!