Cooking up a storm!

If I had an idli for each of the times I’ve been told, ‘The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.’ I would be able to cover the earth till it resembled one humungous idli, and even then had some left over to munch on as I went about completing the task.

Born into a Punjabi family, I was under the impression that mine was a community obsessed with food, till I wed into the Andhra Community and learnt otherwise.


Every time I meet someone new, ‘Bagunaara?’ (How are you?) is more often than not followed by the question ‘You cook?’ When I smile and cheerfully answer, ‘No!’ the expression on the opposite face it a Kodak moment. When Amma is with me, she hastily steps in to add ‘I am teaching her to cook and she is picking up recipes very fast!’ The Kodak expression is replaced by relief for a fleeting moment, before the next question appears ‘So you will cook after you learn?’ to which I still smile and still cheerfully answer ‘No!’

Thing is, I can’t cook, rather, I don’t cook.

Oh hell! Why am I sugar-coating words, I D.O.N.T L.I.K.E to cook! A multitude of cooking lessons from Amma and there is still no sign of my inner Nigella Lawson making an appearance anytime I enter the kitchen. I do rustle up a few dishes, because I HAVE to not because I WANT to and no, cooking them doesn’t give me the ‘joy’ or ‘sense of accomplishment’ that many people I know get from preparing a meal.

Now, in my newly-adopted community, if there is anything worse than not cooking, it is not cooking for your husband. And I have committed this blasphemy and continue doing so, save for the times I dish out hot dosas for breakfast, with chutneys made from scratch accompanying them, or make sambhar, which was so delish my Mum couldn’t believe I made it, or put together a creamy payasam on festive occasions that the God’s wish they could lap up or make a Pessarettu Upma with Ginger Chutney which is so wicked, I go into disbelieving shock every time I make it! But everyday cooking is still chore I would rather avoid.

So here I am, newly-inducted into a community which lives, breathes and discusses food, when they are not eating it, patiently waiting for meal invites from all the wonderful women who are kitchen-Goddesses and do a great job of it! More power to you ladies, call me over for a meal! Soon!

And as for, ‘The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’, lets just say I have found other ways.

6 thoughts on “Cooking up a storm!

  1. ha ha ha..u had me smiling will become a kitchen Goddess soon..i know you and i know you will master that way to Sri's tummy 🙂
    love and hugs

  2. HA ha ha… good one M.. :))
    I, on the other hand enjoy cooking[once in a while] and making dishes that are not the boring routine ones..hate hate hate doing daily cooking….

  3. Nice post Mayuri 🙂 liked the last sentence

    And as for ‘The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ lets just say I have found other ways.

    Glad that u found other ways 🙂 I too dont enjoy cooking, my poor hubby loves food..Even i found other ways to reach his heart. Thats y people say marriages are made in heaven.

  4. You won me over with the comment on FB that you still don't cook. I'm so in the same boat. This was a super fun read. I think every Indian is obsessed with food.. And that it should be made just so!

  5. Hahaha…Let the kitchen Goddesses enjoy their world and in return get showered with praises. Let us be free in our “cooking is a chore…a boring one” world! I agree you when you say that you have found a way to man’s heart that’s not through food.

  6. Mayuri you have me rooting for you. I too don’t cook and it’s more to do with my mom living with me. She loves cooking and feeds me with the most delicious food so over the years I have gotten used to it and would rather spend my time blogging than cooking. Your post was hilarious I really don’t know why there is this expectation from women and we generalise that all women love cooking. I dint know andhraites are foodies too.

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