“I feel like eating something interesting.”
“You mean you are bored of my cooking?”
Of all the responses, my husband had to say yes. If he had said, “I don’t mean that”, I would have said,”Then what do you mean?”, or even better, if he had said “Why does everything has to be about you?” The endless possibilities of having an argument. He ruined them all by saying yes.
“Yeah,actually. Even I am bored of my cooking.”
Yes again? Was he secretly reading 100 rules of successful marriage which has only one rule rewritten in 100 ways – Always say yes to what ever your wife says. Or was he genuinely bored with what I cook? Or was he becoming a saint?
I decided to be the good wife and cook something interesting. But I had to say something.
“It’s nice when someone else cooks for you. I miss it.”
“Yes, you have a very valid point.”
Now I understood. We had been watching too many sitcoms. I went into the kitchen. My tasks included – cooking sprouted hesarkaal curry, chapati, and something interesting. My plan of action was to start off with frying sprouts and while the curry was bubbling away, start with the chapati dough. By the time dough was done, figure out what something interesting means. Cook that and then get on with rolling chapatis. In my head, it was simple enough.
I put a pressure cooker on the stove. I put oil and started frying the sprouts. Half way into it, I realized carrot halwa was the ideal thing to make. He loves it. Carrots, I needed grated carrots. I switched off the stove and got on to grating carrots into the chopping board. At the end of it, grated my finger as well. Different graters produce different results. Who would have thought?
“What are you doing? Why have you grated carrots?”
“Carrot palya.” I said while looking at my finger.
“For chapati? Then what are you doing with the sprouts?”
“Hmm, I will put the carrots and the sprouts together.” and wondered why he didn’t notice the cut.
“Really? These sprouts don’t looked cooked. Are you frying them? Why?”
“Yes. Because that’s how my mom does it.” Now almost angry that he hasn’t notice my grated, slightly bleeding finger.
“I don’t think you should put the carrots in the curry. Especially after grating them.” he said and walked away.
“I know.” I murmered and wondered why he knows how to cook. I got back to frying the sprouts. Better to get the curry going, then the dough. After frying the sprouts I realized, I need to grind a masala paste for the curry to be bubbling away. For that I needed exactly 10 ingredients. And four of them – onions, tomatoes, ginger, garlic would require some chopping. But the chopping board had carrots in them.
I switched off the stove again. I had to start with the carrot halwa to save washing a plate that I would keep the grated carrots in. I fried almonds,raisins and carrots in a small pan. Kept frying it till my patience ran out. I put milk in it and put a lid on.
I chopped the onions,tomatoes,ginger and put them in the grinder. I put the half peeled garlic, danya powder,chilly powder, cinamon,cloves and grated coconut. I knew the masala would require ten ingredients. Since I had already put them in the grinder I tried remembering what all I put and it was difficult to see what I had put. And each time I would miss one ingredient. It would happen regardless of me starting to count from the left or the right hand. In between I had to check on the halwa which made it more confusing. I even had a thought of getting a piece of paper and writing it down. After six attempts, I gave up. Screw it. I can never be good at math or remembering, I thought while the grinder made a lot of noise.
I put the masala into the fried sprouts, put water and closed a lid. I checked on the halwa. Put a little more milk and went on with kneading dough. In the middle of it, like it always happens, I thought the halwa required more milk. My hands had dough. I washed my hands and got back to putting more milk. Continued with the dough and let it rest and I also managed to take a little rest.
I put sugar into the halwa and got on to making 5 balls of the dough. And started making chapatis out of them. In between kept checking on the curry and the halwa. I felt like I was doing 1000 things. Yeah, multitasking, that’s really not my thing. Realization was painful. When I had five chapatis, I put home grown cardamom into the halwa. It was done and I could tell it was good.
“Why are you making carrot halwa? ” husband yelled from the room.
Can I hide anything from this man?
Husband’s Verdict :
“The curry is really good. I am so proud.My mother will be so proud.”
“Yes, where is the halwa?”
“Desserts are supposed to be had after dinner.”
“Yes, very valid point.”
He ate a spoon of the halwa and said, “This is so yummy, I want to keep it for tomorrow.” The cycle repeated until there was no halwa. When he was done with the last spoon he said, “Don’t worry, we will buy a new grater.”
Points to Remember:
You are not a multitasking diva. And it’s okay. Everyone is born different.
Find out why you come up with so many valid points.
Carrot halwa requires only carrots,milk, and sugar. May be a grated finger too.
Do something about Math. It’s ruining your life.
Stop being so melodramatic. Read books instead.