"you are the best... you are the best... you are the best!!" It works.
I am a woman in a state of pure bliss. These days I get to eat what I want, made at home, made by loving hands. I don't have a new cook. The title has been conferred upon the hubby.
I have to digress to explain this. This is the time of the year that hubby gets nostalgic. Not for people or place. But for food. For his favourite vegetable which of course we do not find in this city. Very tender baby drumsticks. We find only the thick giant sized fully matured ones here.
It all started when we got a parcel of this craved for vegetable sent from home. Severe long distance consultations followed and the cooking began. I got home from office and snacked heavily. Wasn't sure about dinner timings. I hogged my solo TV time and tuned into melodramatic soaps while gorging on mom's coconut sweets sent the week before. Yes, we have been that lucky!
So apart from "Hey I need to grind these! How do you run this thing?" and "Are you sure these yellow weirdies are called mustard seeds?" I was left undisturbed. Finally, my multi talented man managed to cook the wretched vegetable in the style his childhood was used to. In tomato and mustard paste. Under ordinary circumstances, I wouldn't touch it, but here I was lapping it up with praises in every mouthful.
And it finally paid off.
"You like it?" Expectantly.
"Amazing! Never tasted anything this good before!! Slurp!!!"
"Do you think, I really cook well?" A little excited.
"Of course, sweetheart! I have realised you are an amazing cook!"
"Seriously?" Just a question, hardly needs affirmation anymore.
"And it's not just these drumbloodysticks. My guess is that you will now make magic with all kinds of cooking!!"
"You are joking." I detected a pleased smile on his face.
"I swear, I am not."
"Okay, tell me what you want to eat. Anything. Just name it. Hey, from now no, I will make you different things, exotic dishes, your favourites, everyday!!"
"Wow! You are so good with everything you do! I am almost jealous of you!!"
"Yesyes." Confident air of finality. The world-is-mine-attitude.
And my blissful dinners began. These days, as I leave office, an SMS precedes me home, "Tonight you may make me mutton, dry and spicy."
I have to digress to explain this. This is the time of the year that hubby gets nostalgic. Not for people or place. But for food. For his favourite vegetable which of course we do not find in this city. Very tender baby drumsticks. We find only the thick giant sized fully matured ones here.
It all started when we got a parcel of this craved for vegetable sent from home. Severe long distance consultations followed and the cooking began. I got home from office and snacked heavily. Wasn't sure about dinner timings. I hogged my solo TV time and tuned into melodramatic soaps while gorging on mom's coconut sweets sent the week before. Yes, we have been that lucky!
So apart from "Hey I need to grind these! How do you run this thing?" and "Are you sure these yellow weirdies are called mustard seeds?" I was left undisturbed. Finally, my multi talented man managed to cook the wretched vegetable in the style his childhood was used to. In tomato and mustard paste. Under ordinary circumstances, I wouldn't touch it, but here I was lapping it up with praises in every mouthful.
And it finally paid off.
"You like it?" Expectantly.
"Amazing! Never tasted anything this good before!! Slurp!!!"
"Do you think, I really cook well?" A little excited.
"Of course, sweetheart! I have realised you are an amazing cook!"
"Seriously?" Just a question, hardly needs affirmation anymore.
"And it's not just these drumbloodysticks. My guess is that you will now make magic with all kinds of cooking!!"
"You are joking." I detected a pleased smile on his face.
"I swear, I am not."
"Okay, tell me what you want to eat. Anything. Just name it. Hey, from now no, I will make you different things, exotic dishes, your favourites, everyday!!"
"Wow! You are so good with everything you do! I am almost jealous of you!!"
"Yesyes." Confident air of finality. The world-is-mine-attitude.
And my blissful dinners began. These days, as I leave office, an SMS precedes me home, "Tonight you may make me mutton, dry and spicy."
posted by anumita at 1:40 am
20 Comments:
hmm.. the greatest basic pleasure in life..!
:))
this is a typical trap that men fall into. i learnt this the hard way though.. :((
and somehow (thankfully) men often manage to get out of the trap
;-)
ha ha some people enjoy cooking !!!!!!!
hahaha...a Very clever move!!
good lord i should remember this!
Hey, how about posting that recipe here ? Sounds delicious :)
u rock girlie!!!
n with such a simple trick too :))
njoy njoy while it lasts.
hope ur hubby doent read this post...lol
:-O :-O ...now I know why wifey was praising paneer bhujia i made other night ....
Thanks for opening my eyes!
:) Enjoy it whilst it lasts, he might wake up to your tricks soon :D
I am going to the Himalayas to do tapashya for a husband like yours but who would never realise the trap :-)
enjoy and kudos to your hubby.
hahahah good for you babe...
that was such a fabulous post.
and u did turn the table very beautifully. now enjoy all this while the passion lasts.
i hope doesnt get confused between sugar and salt :))
-ATG
dont u love cooking???
can u post a recipe of cold coffee in ur next pos?
i just love it.
hahaha...
some guys fall for it :)
im glad ur hubby fell for it!!!...u must be making an aweful lot of women jealous!!
jo
oye, am back babes .
ya i know this trick . it always works . men are so adorably vain at times ..
Hey Anumita, long time no post!!! Looks like you're very busy with your job....
Anyway, this is to let you know that you've been tagged (check my latest post for details).
Hope you post soon. Take care.
Anumita, I have just 'discovered' your blog today and have immediately turned into your greatest fan. I think you are the best so far...
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