Accidents happen all the time. It is a sad reality, no doubt. But today, I am talking about the accidents that leave us red-faced, embarrassed and feeling guilty. The kind which, I wish, wouldn’t happen, but, do!
The kind that take place in the KITCHEN!
Some time ago, hubby’s friend was to visit us as she wanted to invite us for her wedding. Hubby, the official menu-planner at home, suggested we prepare sheera, or sooji ka halwa, the most common dessert in most Indian households.
You all must be familiar with the dish, and preparing it with much elan, too – most of you all love the dish so, don’t you? Well, but not me. I am NOT AT ALL FOND OF it. The caps must make my emotions clear, don’t they? And, “not fond of” is just a mild way of putting it. Frankly, I find it nauseating!
So, coming back to my sheera story. I hadn’t prepared it before that day, but I wondered how difficult that would be because I knew the recipe. I would make it in a jiffy! I mean, I can cook, okay!
So, into the kitchen I went to make the preparations. Alas, when the guest arrived, and my time to serve the dish approached, I realised my sheera making had been a complete disaster! For whatever I had prepared was miles away from even appearing as the said dish.
It had turned rock solid, wasn’t sweet at all and I knew I had made a complete mess of it! I had even served it in the bowls, but seeing what I had done, I quietly wrapped it in a polythene bag and dumped it in the trash can! Shivering with panic, hands cold and sweaty, unable to make head or tail of what the hell I was supposed to do to get it right, I prayed for divine intervention.
Had I served that sheera, hubby would definitely have served me a divorce notice! Hehehe…
I brought out the sooji jar, and poured out some sooji to begin roasting it, all over again. Hubby called out to ask when I will be serving the guest. I timidly replied, “Just a few minutes!” I had tears in my eyes as I wondered what hubby would say.
This time, though, the sheera appeared much better, tasted okay-ish, and felt fine when I served it in the bowls. But, by the time we began eating it, it had dried up. You know what I mean? The ghee should have been more, as well as the sugar. I gulped it down, so did hubby. But, our guest left it half-eaten and left. How I wished the earth would swallow me!
Hubby – as I had expected – gave me quite an earful. I felt guilty I had let him down. He being a brilliant cook would never blunder; of course he was expected to lose his cool!
I apologised in every way I could, but didn’t give any excuses. All I wanted to do that day, was to prepare a dish hubby had suggested, and make him happy. Instead, I had failed. Miserably.
This incident happened about a month ago, but I still remember it like it happened yesterday. Will always remember it, and, feel guilty. Just writing about that incident today makes my hands tremble!
Sheera is a dish my MIL prepared often – she loved it, and prepared it beautifully. However, I wasn’t so fond of it, but would eat it so as to not offend her. Being taught to “eat whatever’s served”, that’s my conditioned response! But, all that eating left a bad taste in my mouth… literally! And, after she passed away, I never prepared it myself. I reasoned that, I wasn’t fond of the dish, so why prepare it?
Sigh. All I hope for is that hubby forgives and forgets the entire episode. I won’t, though! I can’t. Such memories stay forever, and haunt us each time we enter the kitchen to try on a new recipe!
How about you? Did you ever blunder in the kitchen? Do share your stories with me – it will do me a world of good knowing I am not alone!