Chopping
beetroot is a tricky business. By the time I was done with two, the
kitchen looked like a gory scene from Games of Thrones. My husband was
flexing his muscles and lifting dumbbells when
he saw me struggling with the beetroot.
beetroot is a tricky business. By the time I was done with two, the
kitchen looked like a gory scene from Games of Thrones. My husband was
flexing his muscles and lifting dumbbells when
he saw me struggling with the beetroot.
“Arey
that’s not how you peel them. Move the knife away from your body.” He placed his dumbbells down, took the knife from me and like a glorious participant of Masterchef, showed me how to do it.
that’s not how you peel them. Move the knife away from your body.” He placed his dumbbells down, took the knife from me and like a glorious participant of Masterchef, showed me how to do it.
It
was at that time did it strike me that I have always been surrounded by
men who are extremely good cooks and are not scared of getting down and
dirty with potatoes and cauliflowers. My dad’s
khichdi is world famous and Bro can dish out a super yummy Pork
curry.
was at that time did it strike me that I have always been surrounded by
men who are extremely good cooks and are not scared of getting down and
dirty with potatoes and cauliflowers. My dad’s
khichdi is world famous and Bro can dish out a super yummy Pork
curry.
Iremember telling my mother-in-law once, that I didn’t know how to cook a
particular vegetable, to which she replied,”Just ask your hubby, he
knows how to cook that.” Yeah, she’s pretty cool :). In fact, for the grand lunch, a day after our wedding, my husband jumped into the kitchen and prepared a delicious brinjal curry, while his Bhabi‘s and Mausi‘s took care of other items.
Kitchen
was never a women-only place in my household. During festive seasons
when the influx of visitors increase, I have washed utensils with Dad
till 2 am in the morning, chatting, gossiping and discussing
my future. Mom, though tired, would often pop in between, maybe out of guilt, but we would shove her back into the bed.
was never a women-only place in my household. During festive seasons
when the influx of visitors increase, I have washed utensils with Dad
till 2 am in the morning, chatting, gossiping and discussing
my future. Mom, though tired, would often pop in between, maybe out of guilt, but we would shove her back into the bed.
The
border that society had marked in the kitchen is changing in most homes, where the husband understands and embraces this change, that the task of hosting a party
is not the sole responsibility of women. Or if a friend drops in, the
husband easily dons the role of Chai-Maker.
border that society had marked in the kitchen is changing in most homes, where the husband understands and embraces this change, that the task of hosting a party
is not the sole responsibility of women. Or if a friend drops in, the
husband easily dons the role of Chai-Maker.
A lot of beautiful conversations have taken place over the kitchen sink, while I cleaned rice and he chopped the onions. 🙂
Such a feel good post, Princess!!! 🙂
It is true in my household as well, dad and me doing the dishes, bro making yummy Chinese noodles and mom chopping veggies 😀