This should sound like a forum for Can’t Cook Anonymous – aka Culinarily Challenged Anonymous
I mean….seriously….
I’m twenty four. I’m ‘nice Indian gurl’ but I cannot cook.
It’s not like I don’t want to cook….I mean, seriously. I want to cook. I love food. I know everything there is to know about eating food by….my god…! Learning cooking from Mummy is a no no.
Learning how to cook from my Mom is like stuff that shrinks can have field days of cooking with. I mean she is super efficient in the kitchen and is the best cook on the planet, and therefore translation: worse cooking teacher ever.
The very first time I set foot into the kitchen – I think I was twelve and making your basic veg-sandwich.And she’s like: sprinkle the salt.
So I try the tap the edge of the spoon for the salt thing and well I’m taking my time because you know…you cannot overdo salt.
After a series of “not like that!” and “this way!” she’s got the…what our vagabond generationwould now call the “screw it!” expression and she says: “Go!” (huff) “I’ll do it myself!” (huff)
UNBELIEVABLE. I was twelve! I was totally put off by ever going into the kitchen again.
Anyway – the reality shock came the other day when I was at my aunt’s place and they had guests over. Now my cousin Sid, whom I adore and wish was my little brother, is a fantabulous cook. And he’s like twenty. And he’s a guy. (A MALLU GUY!!!) and the guests were all like: wow! You can cook! That’s amazing.
So well I scooted away because…I’m sensitive about the topic of cooking. Every frickin’ Kerala export I meet is like, “Mole (as in beti…daughter) can you cook?”
And I have that expression…(ya know…!Ugh! Not this question again.) Sheepish smile. Followed by a sheepier-is (is that a word?). “Sorry, I can’t cook. Not my thing.”
Now that’s the deal! It so…is…my thing! I love food…I loved tasting all kinds of food and I’m good with flavors and I know when stuff goes wrong. Now I’m watching every cuisine show on Discovery Travel and Living, if the Food Network ever comes to
So in theory I know how to cook.
Now – I decided to put my uber refined taste and culinary aptitude to practical use on Easter. For…three reasons.
One – it was chicken. I love chicken
Two – I’m twenty four, dammit!
Three – I can’t really think of a third reason; its just there so I can add it later :snicker: when I post the recipe
Fact: Jamie Oliver cooks better than Gordon Ramsay the Brit with a stick up his arse.
