Inside my first Swoop order from Satori Grills

If you had asked me a week ago whether I would willingly order fried yam and egg sauce, I would have laughed. Not because I hate yams. Although we are far from friends. And definitely not because I have anything against eggs. I just don’t particularly enjoy eggs made by other people. It is one of those food quirks I have never been able to explain. What I can explain is that I had a terrible run with food this week. One disappointing meal after another had left me exhausted. At some point, ordering food started feeling like a trust exercise. You hand over your money, wait patiently, and hope whatever arrives does not make you question your life choices. To make matters worse, I had spent most of the week in Yaba. Between moving around for work and trying to keep up with deadlines, I barely had the energy to cook or even think about what to eat.