Let me confess at the outset that I am not particularly interested in food and cooking. I do love good food, but my attitude towards food is more that it’s a necessity. So though I am fairly adept (thanks mom!)at whipping up an edible, and sometimes delicious 🙂 meal, I am not inclined to go into rhapsodies over cooking. I’m probably the only person you know who ruined a ready-to-make Betty Crocker cake, which went straight from oven to dustbin! 😀
The bane of my cooking life has been the ubiquitous roti or chappathi. Anything that, in a manner of speaking, involves kneading dough, making round shapes, and heating a tawa. I can’t make a decent one to save my life. Now DH likes to take chappathis for his lunch everyday. And I took the easy way out — I hired a cook. Life was good.
Now I’d like to blame Nigella for what happened next. The problem with cookery shows (which I love to watch because they are so colourful*) is that they make cooking look so easy. A pinch of that, a dash of that, grate this, blitz that, blend this, whip that, and voila! You can get so easily conned into thinking that you can do it too. Added to this was Lil D’s pleas for her own special dishes, and before I knew it, I was back in the kitchen, sifting and stirring and shaking away.
Yesterday, DH needed to go early to office. I volunteered a bit nervously to prepare his lunch. Chappathis and paneer burji were duly prepared, packed and dispatched. Early feedback came from Lil D upon her return from school; she smacked her lips and said it was yummy! When DH returned, I casually asked him how his lunch was. His answer was a query instead: why were the chappathis so different from what the cook made? But were they any good? I demanded to know, crossing my fingers. Well, he said, they were much better than the regular ones!
Obviously, my day was made. After receving a commendation from the most finicky eater I have ever known, I can now rest in peace 🙂
*I have noticed that watching cookery shows is often laughed at, especially by the menfolk. You never cook, only watch, they snigger. To that, I always retort: All guys don’t play cricket, but that doesn’t stop them from watching every match now, does it? 😛