I was introduced to the world of cooking by my Marriage! So you’ll say that’s how other girls were too, moms pestering them to cook…come in the kitchen and learn how to cook…what will you do after marriage?…well here’s the twist. It wasn’t my mom but my husband who pestered me!

I didn’t know a kitchen existed in my house before marriage (or more like before I met my husband). The only times I would ever enter the kitchen was when I was hungry (which is practically every hour…trust me!). I love food. I love eating. I had my mom dishing out delicious food for me. I had my house-boy serving food off the stove for me. I lived a perfect life. Not that I live it any less now! BUT I have to cook NOW if I want to eat! Except at times when my husband serves me his amazing cooking.

Our conversations just before marriage would totally revolve around me learning to cook. Forcefully. what did you cook today? Did you learn to make this dish? Please learn to make this dish…please learn to make that dish…did you sit with mom and write down all the recipes?..oh don’t forget to learn this dish, I am dying to have it!! In short I was going mad. I had always heard praises for his cooking so why not continue the cooking even after I come?? But we all know the universal truth no matter how many times a guy cooks before marriage, it’s a no-no after marriage.Ā  And I was so not a kitchen person then (& I guess am still not). I would dread weekends, the 2 days I had decided I would cook. I always had a keen interest in making desserts but hated main course. SO but obvious my kitchen on weekends would turn into a war field! Some of the dishes turned out good with my mom’s last-minute touches. Some not even worthy of mentioning.

There was a time when my parents had gone out on the weekend and I very proudly told my mom I would make baked cheese chicken for lunch. Well I did everything somewhat perfectly and kept it for baking. And then started bragging about it to my best friend on the phone. Mom comes home, checks the chicken and goes crazy. That’s when I realized that I had forgotten to put oil so my chicken was stuck on the foil, was totally dry and the less said, the better..! Even my best friend could not stop laughing at my stupidity! šŸ™ But common don’t start judging me on this episode alone. There were also many times (ok fine just 2 times..) when I actually cooked better than my mom! šŸ™‚ šŸ™‚

My food experiments and mishaps continued after marriage too. The first lunch I cooked was half burnt. But in my defense, it was the first time I had used a hot plate and did not know the intensity of the heat and all…ok fine…but I did improve with all my experiments. Now even my cooking surprises me at times! Mom gets a shock when I tell her I try all those fancy dishes and they turn out good. She once asked ME how I make a certain dish! My husband has reduced his weekend cooking too! IĀ  am still thinking if I should take this as a compliment.

But I still have those bad kitchen-days. Who doesn’t? And if you ask me, I will still say am not a kitchen-person. I still find an excuse to escape the kitchen trap.


4 Thoughts on “Me In The Kitchen!

  1. welcome to the world of blogging! i hope you stay around for awhile, and not disappear into cyber-darkness like so many others šŸ˜›

    i envy you your cooking accomplishment. really. i am not at all a cooking/kitchen person, and being married, in india, and to someone who is totally a food person.. well, you can imagine.. sigh.. very bad for my self esteem really! the kitchen scares me, and whatever i try to make is always a disaster, which just puts me off more! argh! i wish there were pills for this!!! šŸ˜›

    • thnx meryam! haha yea i can imagine…apparently we’r both married to food lovers and allergic to kitchen! we’v got a lot to share! specially the india part…i just made breakfast twice in india after marriage & that itself was a challenging task..so glad i have a big kitchen here all to myself and my cooking adventures! šŸ™‚

  2. Hey, we’ve all been there! The first time I tried to make butter chicken (I’m a vegetarian so I couldn’t taste it myself) my fiance at the time said it was ‘Gutter Chicken’. Another time I made prawn curry and cooked the prawns for too long so that was called ‘Bullet Curry’.
    Good luck with all your future kitchen (mis)adventures! You’ll be fine šŸ™‚

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