I believe that life, magically, becomes livable when you see the funny side of it.I love writing stories and always enjoy a good laugh. I never get bored of observing people and getting feedback for my work. I will cook for anyone who is willing to take a risk. I always end up watching romcoms or sitcoms on the Television. I strongly believe in freedom of thought and expression.
I always enjoyed observing what my mother did in the kitchen. Her multitasking skills were aspirational. I also managed to learn most of dishes she prepared. The recipes were in my head somewhere. Under her supervision, I also managed to cook edible stuff. I thought I knew how to cook. Everything was going well until I got married. Three months later, I realized, I can’t cook! Not to the standards of taste I have been used to all my life.
I also realized cooking requires concentration and patience. Two things I don’t have when I am cooking alone. And also the fact that my husband has a lot of patience with eating. There are only three levels of feedback I get. “Hmmm, Yummy” when it’s great, “Hmmm, chennagidhe” when it’s good, and “Hmmm, what’s this?” when it’s bad. That leads to a lot of adventures in the kitchen and some of them are worth sharing. Thus, this blog. This blog will not have accurate recipes or pretty pictures of food. You would probably learn from my mistakes but a few giggles are guaranteed.
” … Stop writing about me and it’s not that difficult to cook.” – My mother.
” Hmmm, I don’t know.” – My husband.
“There is not a single difficult word in the entire blog.” – My father.