I have a hubby who can relate almost anything in this world to FOOD.
Working in kitchen with him is like entering a battlefield...he being the stronger one (ofcourse) and me just trying to avoid him to make my moves and do things that i really want.
Do i like it? "NAyyyy" ...o wait,...but "Yayyyy"...no no...its "Nayyy" !!!
Confused - because of the good and the bad times. There are mostly bad times when my recipes (however good they are) are overwritten by his "Final touches" - People who cook would know how irritating that is!
There are worst times when you keep things chopped and ready for you to cook, only to realize that they are being cooked by "Mr Chef" while you decided to be away for silly reasons like may be put an apron before starting or something else.
There are even tussles sometimes to get hold of the "Cooking position" but even when you win that it wont matter as the 'overwriting' will still happen then.
But then, there are good times as well - when we help, we talk, we laugh, we appreciate ...When 2 souls amicably come together and create a marvel for the taste buds. (Mostly for the sake of Paneer I
wd say :D)
I guess it was one of those times when he said that, but before he said that...there was something else.
It was the gluten. The dough preparation is without fail my duty and so is chapatti. People who know me already would know how hateful a job it seems to me - The rotis!
But then, you gotta do it - because somebody has to do it, and Chia is too small to be able to do it for me!!
(What? Did you say she already does it and better than me as she already did that one time in her 4 and a half year lifespan? - If yes, then i know its you bhai :P)
So, it starts with dough. Its quite a mindless job i tell you. I have started liking "doughing", it gives enough time to be with your own thoughts.
At one such instance, it so happened that i was too busy thinking something while preparing the dough. And so deep were my thoughts that i kept twisting and turning the thingy till...i heard "WOW! tune to shandar gluten activate kar diya yaar!!" Post which we had some discussions and arguments regarding gluten itself, but Result - awesome chapatis!!! Amazing compliments!
If somebody asks me about my turn-on's - its appreciation. So, the days past by and the activated gluten kept our lives happy for days to come.
Then one fine evening, i was returning back from work while listing to FM. It was thanksgiving day and the RJ was asking some random people some random questions as to whom and what you are thankful for or something alike that i dont remember well - which triggered the idea.
So, back from office, while cooking together, I just asked Ravi if he would like to thank me for anything (Why i did not tell him rather what i am thankful for? hmm!!! never thought about that before :P)
The answer - he stops chopping for a while, turns towards me, looks into my eyes and says - "Thanks for activating Gluten in my life!!!"
.....
...
.
Something happened in that moment.
And the story of the gluten embossed a happy and content memory in our lives forever.
Working in kitchen with him is like entering a battlefield...he being the stronger one (ofcourse) and me just trying to avoid him to make my moves and do things that i really want.
Do i like it? "NAyyyy" ...o wait,...but "Yayyyy"...no no...its "Nayyy" !!!
Confused - because of the good and the bad times. There are mostly bad times when my recipes (however good they are) are overwritten by his "Final touches" - People who cook would know how irritating that is!
There are worst times when you keep things chopped and ready for you to cook, only to realize that they are being cooked by "Mr Chef" while you decided to be away for silly reasons like may be put an apron before starting or something else.
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There are even tussles sometimes to get hold of the "Cooking position" but even when you win that it wont matter as the 'overwriting' will still happen then.
But then, there are good times as well - when we help, we talk, we laugh, we appreciate ...When 2 souls amicably come together and create a marvel for the taste buds. (Mostly for the sake of Paneer I
wd say :D)
I guess it was one of those times when he said that, but before he said that...there was something else.
It was the gluten. The dough preparation is without fail my duty and so is chapatti. People who know me already would know how hateful a job it seems to me - The rotis!
But then, you gotta do it - because somebody has to do it, and Chia is too small to be able to do it for me!!
(What? Did you say she already does it and better than me as she already did that one time in her 4 and a half year lifespan? - If yes, then i know its you bhai :P)
So, it starts with dough. Its quite a mindless job i tell you. I have started liking "doughing", it gives enough time to be with your own thoughts.
At one such instance, it so happened that i was too busy thinking something while preparing the dough. And so deep were my thoughts that i kept twisting and turning the thingy till...i heard "WOW! tune to shandar gluten activate kar diya yaar!!" Post which we had some discussions and arguments regarding gluten itself, but Result - awesome chapatis!!! Amazing compliments!
If somebody asks me about my turn-on's - its appreciation. So, the days past by and the activated gluten kept our lives happy for days to come.
Then one fine evening, i was returning back from work while listing to FM. It was thanksgiving day and the RJ was asking some random people some random questions as to whom and what you are thankful for or something alike that i dont remember well - which triggered the idea.
So, back from office, while cooking together, I just asked Ravi if he would like to thank me for anything (Why i did not tell him rather what i am thankful for? hmm!!! never thought about that before :P)
The answer - he stops chopping for a while, turns towards me, looks into my eyes and says - "Thanks for activating Gluten in my life!!!"
.....
...
.
Something happened in that moment.
And the story of the gluten embossed a happy and content memory in our lives forever.
