Everything was ready.
I minced onion with tears in my eyes, the oil is already in the frying pan and potatoes in the bowl are elegantly cut into little pieces.
“I can do this.” I said to myself.
There went mustard, cumin, redgram and turmeric along with onions into the oil. A few seconds later came the potato’s turn. I was feeling better than ever looking at the beauty in the pan. A few mins of stirring and tossing it around later, I gleefully served myself the curry along with some rice that I cooked.
All the while, mum was watching me doing all this by myself without saying a word.
As I took the first bite, I realised something was gravely wrong with the curry. It’s not hard to know when you forgot to add salt and spices to the curry. It’s tasteless. No, it tasted awful.
” I forgot to add the spices.” I said turning towards mum.
“I know.” She said.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“Now you know what it’s like to cook, you have to be careful and mindful. And moreover, I wanted to see how you’ll fare. The next time you complain something is tasteless, remember what you made.”
She said as she burst out laughing.
Cooking is an art.
Mothers are masters.
Did I mention I forgot to switch the stove on?