“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.
Intersting stuff !! I am sure all the new millennium modern wife-folk would go with the storyline and share similar belief…
…and I would not be the one to put the dagger on my own feet by trying to contradict or critic any of it..and lose my dinner tonight or may be forever.
I can only wish that whatever butter my wife earns while thinking about what to cook for dinner…I get a glimpse of it.
..and in that persuit, can only offer to take her out for dinner tonight!!
hi,
good work!hats off to our mommy,for never complaining,never getting bugged up,by our tantrums.the criticism that she takes even today is admirable.that should b the spirit,which we lack.
so wats cooikng toniight?
salma
thanks,yes I hope our children would have something good to say about us.
Very real, very true….very nicely written.
Just as I read this line after line, I felt like my own
childhood flashing back in my mind’s eyes. I am not sure if its good or bad that we only realise what our mothers would tell us or what they had to go through, but atleast I am sure of one thing, just like us, our kinds are gonna grow up and remember us one day and say “oh yes, mom used to say
that and she was right”.
Great job Sara!
yes, we go thru this ordeal everyday and thrice each day and it will continue to happen.
But do you know what? Whenever I’m going thru this I always wish that GOD give me some time so that I can serve my mother, help her in her work. Because when time was actually there I never did it , never even realized how much she needs it. And just after marriage, things change. I only wish when Sneha grows up, she doesnot feel guilty. It hurts to know that we didn’t helped our mothers.
Good work Sara. It’s first time I’m knowing you this way.
True..
You made me go back in time by few years and I felt it..
Very touching.. and is only after my marriage I have realised how much I hurt my Mom and how much she loves me…
I think the only way I can express my gratitude to her is by being the same to my children.
Shalini
True..
You made me go back in time by few years and I felt it..
Very touching.. and is only after my marriage I have realised how much I hurt my Mom and how much she loves me…
I think the only way I can express my gratitude to her is by being the same to my children.
Shalini
Thanx u all for reading,ur comments make it worthy.