“What should I cook for dinner today” – my mother’s voice resounds in my head.
This question she put to the family day in and day out.
But the answers she invariably received – “Dont know.Just anything”.
Now I find myself in her shoes and here I pop the question to my dear family – What should I cook for dinner.And I already know the answer – “Anything dear.I like everything you cook.”,my hubby sweetly says.
I can feel a tap in the anger zone of my brain,but then I suppress thinking of my mom who never exploded at this answer,day after day,year after year.
How I wish in my sunnier days,I had once walked to the kitchen with my mother and told her-“Lets see what we have and what we can do out of it”.I know now what it would have meant for her.
I am the one who never entered the kitchen unless when necessary in my pre-married days.But marriage plus day one,the queen of heart becomes the unthroned queen of kitchen.I claim an amendment to the marriage vows,universally,the bride must say-“In good times and in bad,in sickness and in health,I,your wife promise to hear the growl of your stomach,to feed you till death do us part.”
And the groom should say -“I promise you a place in my life ,heart and kitchen.”
Since this is an underlying understanding,its better we make it more tangible by saying it out at the time of marriage.
All said and done,but it does gives a feeling of content to have my family fed and full at the end of the day.But why do I have so many choices that I am lost in the world of vegetables,cereal,meat.Sometimes I wonder who discovered all these edible marvels.I guess one of our ancestors must have accidentally tasted the nice looking green/red chilly and had his mouth on fire.He must have urged his fellowmen not to touch it.But the sons of Adam have to indulge in the forbidden.I think thats how we have the neverending list of food items.
So here I am each day,working,concentrating at my work which in the end would fetch the butter considering my hubby earns the bread.
And comes my lunch break,and so does the thought of dinner.I shut my eyes for a moment,picturing the treasures I have in my refrigerator and what I can conjure with them.Once back to work ,I find myself googling for recipes with the items I have in my fridge.Sometimes I am lucky to find and finalize something quickly and give my racing mind a rest.
Well I go through this ordeal everyday and I have somehow managed put to the dinner on table(though not without complaining) and hope that I can do it in coming years.But one thing I know that one day when my son grows up and if ever he tells his friends-“My mom is the best cook”,I know he’d be lying.