From behind the paper, he was obviously just pretending to read, The Gossip-hater Husband snorted. “I don’t understand why someone’s dietary habits are being discussed by the 2 of you so animatedly,” he remarked, as he put the paper down, “and how does it concern the 2 of you’ll what, and how, someone eats?” his eyes bored into each of us by turn.
Amma and me tried to look suitably chastened but a fit of giggles just wouldn’t let us.
“God!” The Husband looked heavenward, “stop discussing people and do something productive, for a change!”
“And besides, 15 idlis is no big deal, I can, and have, eaten them too!” he proclaimed before walking out of the room.
Me, I decided to follow his advice and do something productive, for a change.
After a hurried conference with Amma I first confirmed that The Husband has never, and will never, be able to consume that much at one go. I then challenged him to finish 15 idlis and 2 litres of sambhar in 10 minutes just to prove himself.
He hemmed, he hawed, he dilly-dallied and finally agreed to finish 15 idlis. 15 MINI idlis.