You have been postponing teaching me how to cook, accused my husband.
I didn’t know you were serious , I said.
Today is Vijayadasimi, an auspicious day to begin learning something new. You better teach me to cook, he literally ordered.
O.K. Learn to set the cooker first, began my instruction.
Which way do I turn the switch to light the gas ? He asked.
To the right, I said.
He succeeded in lighting the stove using up almost a dozen match sticks.
Now what do I do? He asked.
Place the cooker on it adding two cups of water, I said.
You mean the coffee cup ?
I quietly handed over a stainless steel cup to him.
Take one full alak of rice, in a vessel , wash it twice, add twice the amount of water and place it in the cooker, I said.
Not so fast, step by step please, he implored.
That done, I told him to place the lid on the cooker and the weight on it, which he did.
Now what do I do ? he wanted to know.
Wait till you get the sixth whistle and turn off the gas, I said.
I want to make cabbage curry, he announced and I know how to go about it, he sounded very confident.
He took the cutting board, the kitchen knife and started chopping cabbage.
You just have to tell me what I should do now, he said smiling sheepishly.
The shredded cabbage appeared just right for the cow to eat, it was four by four inches.
Since I didn’t wish to discourage him on his cooking journey, I told him to take a little oil in a vessel, after adding seasoning, to drop the shredded stuff in it and add a little salt and turmeric, mix and close it with a shallow lid adding half a glass of water in it mix it now and then so that it doesn’t get burnt, I said.
You can leave the kitchen and write something for your blog, he suggested .
Appreciating his gesture, I followed his suggestion.
He emerged from the kitchen after half an hour announcing that food was ready and we could have lunch straight away.
Fine , I said making my way to the kitchen. When I lifted the lid to see if the curry was done, I found the cabbage floating in water. I quickly lit the stove and added some corn flour to bind the vegetable.
After doing so much of cooking let me also lay the table , he offered and placed the rice, curry along with the dhal and chapaties I had prepared earlier.
When I said the rice was a little soggy, he said it was all my mistake to have told him to switch off the stove at the fourth whistle!
I preferred not to argue with him by saying he heard me wrong.
See the curry is so tasty, he said looking extremely pleased at his own cooking prowess. I had never seen such a contended expression on my husband’s face even when we got married!
I can mange to take care of cooking hereafter, he declared.
You are pleased to relish the stuff you dish out, I quipped.
n.meera raghavendra rao