Why I don’t want the MAN of the House in MY Kitchen
Everyone has new year resolutions which fade away after a while, simply one fails to follow it. But, in my case following the resolution has got me into a dark hole. Actually, it’s not that dark but being a new momma I am .. I am just too petrified about my Kitchen. If you are wondering it’s something to do about my Food-arts, well that’s not the case. It is simply MY RESOLUTION OF THE YEAR that has caught me into the situation I am.
So What has been my Resolution ?
Every woman’s dream is to get the MAN of the HOUSE in the Kitchen and voila I made it happen. At-least twice a month one of the meal to be cooked by my hubby dear ( PS- Even 2 days in a month is a big reward for me ). And as happy as i was …let me tell you it’s just the third month and I can rightfully say – ” And the Happiness was not even Short Lived, It was never Living in the first place”
Seems weird to you ..Right ? But let me narrate, how things went in my Kitchen.
So last Sunday morning, my hubby as sweet he can be decided to make Besan Chilla for us at breakfast. So he enters the kitchen, takes a bowl in the hand and calls my name. I leave my toddler with the toys in the living room and rush to see what happened.
Hubby : “I cant find the chickpea flour.” I show him where i keep the flour and return to my toddler who is busy playing the drums creating sounds i have never heard before.
“Sooonnaaamm”... a shout out by my husband. I rush again and ask what happened. This time he does not get the chopping board. Well i give him the same ( and let me tell you this is not the first time he is using it ) and i am back to my baby boy.
“Where is the Coriaannddeerr ?” .. another shout out. This time I have decided not to move I say ” It’s in the red box in the fridge “. He searches for 1 sec to be precise and asks me ” Wheeerre in the Fridge”. Now I am too lazy to move so another shout out by me “Check the first compartment”. And if this was not enough, i hear him shout “I can’t find it”. So reluctantly i get up just to see it is right there in the first compartment just hiding behind the milk. He smiles at me saying, how will I know its behind. “You just have to move stuff” is my blank reply.
Before I leave, I ask him “Do you want tomatoes, onions etc or any other stuff or should I leave”. He tells me you are going to love what I prepare, you just go. In my mind, i have started to talk to myself – “It’s just besan ka chilla not a fondant cake.”
Well now, i am back with my toddler playing with his drums while he is busy chewing away my furniture and again i hear is “Soonnaamm”. My sudden reaction is – “Now What?”. ” Where is the Pan?” I am asked. This time I pick up my toddler, take him to the kitchen and remove the pan for him.
He tells me you should not get his son to kitchen. In my mind “Ya right, I am doing this everyday where your son is busy removing utensils from my kitchen cupboards”. Well I just wait now, because I am sure there is more coming.
He turns to me and asks “Did you see the Stove lighter”. I have had it enough now, so keeping my temper to myself I take the lighter lying on the kitchen top, switch on the gas, place the tawa, give him flip spoon and by the way even kept the oil ready.
He tells me “I’ll do it you gooo….” Well, now i think since everything is sorted. The batter is made he just has to pour it and cook it. I pick up my toddler who is playing with spoons and get him out of the kitchen. Eager, I am now for the breakfast to be finally served. I here a shout “Soonaaamm come fast inside the kitttchhen”.
I run thinking he might have burned his fingers or whatever and all i get to see is the chilla stuck to the pan. He pushes the flip spoon to me and says “I don’t know what to do, you take care of it”. Well I tell him to sit outside with the baby, finish of making the chillas and serve it on the dinning table.
After all the fiasco is over, I take the chillas to the dinning table to eat. He picks up one and after taking one morsel of the chilla he turns to me and says ” Babe, I made some amazing Chilla. You are lucky to have a chef husband like me “
I remark Really !! Duhhhhh !!
PS – I Don’t make recipes like this. Plz don’t count this recipe in “The Magic Platter.”