As winter breaks gets rolling along, I'm afraid that content may be thin some days as I figure out what sorts of things to write about. Here's my penny's worth for today:
As a treat to my parents, I decided to make lunch for them today. Me in the kitchen is a rare occurrence, unless I'm baking or stealing things out of the cabinets to munch on, so I was rather proud of myself for agreeing to this task. Not to mention, the menu I planned was rather ambitious: dal, paratha and a curry, which I would have to cook entirely on my own.
I'm happy to say that I didn't burn anything.
One of my mother's friends always says that you can't really know what effort or skill goes into doing something until you've done it yourself. Boy is she right. I managed to mildly burn my hand, get a puddle of water on the counter and spill frozen peas all over the floor in the first 20 minutes. After that I kept muttering that I didn't have any idea what I was doing. No one heard me but it helped keep the results of my effort in perspective.
Still, even though it was a struggle, at one point while I picked up squashed peas off the floor I had to smile to myself. True, I didn't make the elaborate feast my mother does on a day to day basis, but the food was edible, at least, and might even be called good if you felt generous (which my parents did). Most of all, I was proud that I didn't give up. Despite my inexpertise with making three dishes on my own, I managed to pull something together so there was food on the table when my parents were ready for it.
Now, after this initial culinary adventure, I know I can make a meal now if I have to. A good thing too since I can't live off cakes and cookies for the rest of my life.
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