My Cooking Confessions!

I have a confession to make!!! I am a very  disastrous cook! I know this is a very common confession. But the  impacts  are most terrifying, if its the adjective of an Indian wife like me!!! I am a single child, so naturally I didn't do what I didn't like, which included cooking. Even when my mom was sick, either my dad cooked (yea, he did!!!) or I adjusted with bread and jam for more than 3 days, thrice daily !!! Now even in my in-laws house, my mom-in-law cooked (I was damn lucky!!!).

 

But when I went to Ireland, things changed. I landed there with 7 cookery books and was pretty confident about putting those theory into practice. First 2-3 days my husband taught me cooking. As it was practical teaching, I didn't bother to write it down. Fourth day when he went for work, I decided to test my knowledge. When I started, I knew that it was not that easy.

 

First of all , I didn't know, where the ingredients were.

Secondly I didn't know which all the ingredients,I need.

And thirdly I wasn't so sure about the quantity of each one. 

 

So every 5 mts I used to call my husband to ask doubts. Unfortunately he was in a conference that time, and was extremely embarrassed to tell me what are the spices used and where r they and in which colored bottles they are. Somehow I made my first dish. Prawn curry in coconut milk(I used the cook book). In looks it was okay to me. When I thot I finished cooking, I just tasted it...and ARRRRRRGH it was horrible!. The most horrible thing that I have ever tasted in my life!!!! I didn't know what to do...my husband would come home for lunch, and this is the one, that I have made!!! I just poured it down the sink in a hurry, cos I didn't want to admit that I made it horrible, with my culinary skills!!!

 

After that, when he came, I told that the prawns we bought yesterday started stinking that I threw it away, from fridge! He had his lunch with yoghurt and pickle. I think he understood the whole story w/o me telling him, but he didn't embarrass me, by asking me about it. When he came back in the evening, he made dishes on his own, trying to drill into my head, the names and quantities of the ingredients,with inhuman patience!!  Anyway, after 1 week, I made 2-3 dishes, which could be eaten w/o much difficulty.

 

Now I am in India, and things are back to square one!!. After vacation, when I go back, I am scared about my further kitchen experiments and its disastrous results!!! And I think my husband is scared more than me!!!!!!

 

PS: I made the smoke alarm go off umpteen no:of times , that my husband had to replace it twice,after I came there!!

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