“How am I going to cook”, I asked him. My head was exploding with that migraine I get once in a month, as regularly as my chums. “Just put the pain out from your mind”, he said. I almost strangled him.
The thought of cooking always takes me to that edge where I want to throttle the people around me. I like to eat out. I like someone cook delicious food for me. Why strain yourself when you get the same food with much more taste outside? Why waste so much time and effort to make something when all you have to do is go down and buy it? To make our Indian food, to make it exactly like the way his mother makes… it takes a lot of my time. More than that time is spent on deciding what to cook. Two hours of deciding, two hours of shopping, two hours of cooking.. only to be polished off in 10 minutes… and then again an hour of cleaning. I hate peeling, I hate chopping, I hate stirring, I hate grinding, I hate cleaning the mess I make from all these, I hate doing the dishes, I hate cleaning the stove… all I like is the eating part. I have heard many who proclaim that they love to cook. I can’t imagine how they love it! What is there to love? You feel hot, your kitchen will become a mess, and by the time you finish making food and clear the mess you had created, you won’t feel like eating it at all. It is a real pain. When I was young, I used to think how romantic and wonderful it would feel to eat a wholesome home cooked meal prepared with love, and that watching my husband happily chowing down and thanking me in everyway was worth all the work.... but now I know that is just a foolish dream of a silly girl. Whoever had said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach was the biggest liar ever lived.
I am not at all a bad cook. I can cook really well. I can cook delicious varieties. Still, I go for easy recipes. And I cook more than enough so that I will have plenty of left overs for the next night too. I have too many secret shortcuts that will help me to spend as little time in the kitchen as possible. If the outcome is tasty, the process doesn’t make a difference. Visiting friends is something I like… not because I can meet them and talk, but because I can close my kitchen that day. Inviting friends is another luxury. Then I have to make only one dish. The rest, arrives from the restaurant…. There are times when I really do feel guilty to my husband. But then the thought of entering the kitchen shoves away all the guilt. I have a kitchen in my house just because it comes with the house.
Cooking, once in a while, is ok. But not every day. I am fine with eating the same dish for a couple of days if it helps me not to enter the kitchen. But these men… they love home made food, but the women like to eat out. I can see the readers in two sides now, one waiting to punch me, and the other, nodding their head, smiling……
The thought of cooking always takes me to that edge where I want to throttle the people around me. I like to eat out. I like someone cook delicious food for me. Why strain yourself when you get the same food with much more taste outside? Why waste so much time and effort to make something when all you have to do is go down and buy it? To make our Indian food, to make it exactly like the way his mother makes… it takes a lot of my time. More than that time is spent on deciding what to cook. Two hours of deciding, two hours of shopping, two hours of cooking.. only to be polished off in 10 minutes… and then again an hour of cleaning. I hate peeling, I hate chopping, I hate stirring, I hate grinding, I hate cleaning the mess I make from all these, I hate doing the dishes, I hate cleaning the stove… all I like is the eating part. I have heard many who proclaim that they love to cook. I can’t imagine how they love it! What is there to love? You feel hot, your kitchen will become a mess, and by the time you finish making food and clear the mess you had created, you won’t feel like eating it at all. It is a real pain. When I was young, I used to think how romantic and wonderful it would feel to eat a wholesome home cooked meal prepared with love, and that watching my husband happily chowing down and thanking me in everyway was worth all the work.... but now I know that is just a foolish dream of a silly girl. Whoever had said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach was the biggest liar ever lived.
I am not at all a bad cook. I can cook really well. I can cook delicious varieties. Still, I go for easy recipes. And I cook more than enough so that I will have plenty of left overs for the next night too. I have too many secret shortcuts that will help me to spend as little time in the kitchen as possible. If the outcome is tasty, the process doesn’t make a difference. Visiting friends is something I like… not because I can meet them and talk, but because I can close my kitchen that day. Inviting friends is another luxury. Then I have to make only one dish. The rest, arrives from the restaurant…. There are times when I really do feel guilty to my husband. But then the thought of entering the kitchen shoves away all the guilt. I have a kitchen in my house just because it comes with the house.
Cooking, once in a while, is ok. But not every day. I am fine with eating the same dish for a couple of days if it helps me not to enter the kitchen. But these men… they love home made food, but the women like to eat out. I can see the readers in two sides now, one waiting to punch me, and the other, nodding their head, smiling……
8 comments:
I'm at daggers drawn and foot in mouth! Goodness gracious, I didn't have your welcome wear out lest I should have your junk food brought from down, by this time.
Your chickens will come home to roost, very shortly!!!!!
The typical comment heard in every household brought out with lots of twists and turns.Here you have added sarcasm and humour too,which makes it interesting reading.
"Whoever had said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach was the biggest liar ever lived".
Quite right!!!!!!...This guy grossly misjudged by a few inches....lollllllll
@Anonymous....
Actually that is exactly I think too... and I had wanted to add that point.. but missed it somewhere in the middle.. Thanks for voicing my thoughts...
@Charu...
Dont worry, Charu.. you will never get stale food frm here. We can go to a lovely restaurant.. And I know that you are tooo sweet to let us pay for the meal too... :)
Good post.Just disclose the short cuts in kitchen.It will help lot folk working in kitchen.They can save the time.
Just hav a music system in kitchen.It will help a lot to transfer frm hateness to lovenss.
A word to all hus. Fast food a better option.
I still love cooking - for my kids. Just look at their faces as they chomp on Paneer Butter masala or hog Biriyani, Yes. that fills my heart.
I feel this is the same case in many houses. Well narrated!
Is it possible to change the text colour on the homepage (may be white)? I feel it would be more legible for people like me.
By the by, who am I?!
@Anonymous...
Is it easy to tell who you are from your comment? Well.. I am a semicrack.. If you are elder to me, then you are a full crack, and if you are younger, then you are a quarter crack.... Am I right? ;0
:-) I know you are a crack.....doubt only if semi or full!! No new posts?
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