Tuesday, October 28, 2008

R&D in Mummy Laboratories

The time was 1:00 a.m. in the morning. Sleepless, I lay on my bed wondering about the amazing cutlets that my mom had made the previous evening. Needless to say, I had hogged every morsel that I could salvage. I’ve never tasted anything like that before. The taste still lingered on my tongue and I savored it; every moment. Because I knew that even if I get something like that again, the first time would still be the first time.

The same night before dinner, I praised my mom for the heaven that she had brought down from above.

I told her “Ma, those cutlets you made this evening, well, they were just amazing! I could sure grab some if you have some left. I don’t mind eating left overs (I didn’t, really)”.

“I seriously can’t get you. Are you being sarcastic??” She asked.

“No, no! I’m being honest! A very different, awesome taste!”

“In the morning you criticize my breakfast and in the evening you’re all praise for my cutlets. How is that!?”

“Morning you had made something I hate! You made kichadi! It’s all yellow, sloppy and gooey and what not!? I simply HATE it! Even if you disguise it and give it to me, I wouldn’t touch a morsel!”


“A promise on those lovely cutlets…”

“Then, that’s precisely what you’re going to lose…”

“What!? How’s that!?”

“hmmm… those cutlets that I made? Well, let’s just say it was indeed a disguise that you had hogged.”

She couldn’t control her smile. And I couldn’t control my exact opposite reaction.


“Yeah, just added some bread crumbs and a little batter to disguise it. Guess it paid off. Good night, dear!”

Speechless and confused I went to bed. The time was 1:00 a.m. in the morning, I was sleepless when a fine realization struck me as I lay there wondering.

“Food is sometimes created but never destroyed. It is just transformed from one form to another.”

Having learnt the day’s lesson I closed my eyes and went off to sleep with a little craving inside me for those cutlets, though, I might never admit it.


Vivek said...

Ha ha ha ha ha
Nice one!
I remember how my mom hid paneer and spinach in the chapatis and served it!
But this one takes the cake! (Get it?)

Its also a no-wastage policy!
(According to mom) :(

Food is created, but not destroyed...

Vibushan Lakshminarayan said...

Ha ha ha.. well, this was just to quote an example..
And I got what you said :)

Nice to know that you blog till the last minute before you leave!
Truly blogging IS your passion. :)

Rakesh Vanamali said...


I'm a vehement critic of my Mom's food despite it being the best I've ever sampled! And guess what? Now, I've to stay contended with what I get...... such is the perquisite of staying in a far away land!

But then, us guys don't change, do we? Apart from being super-foodies!

Cheers on a good post! Hats off to similar Moms! ;)


Vibushan Lakshminarayan said...

Yeah.. i'm almost there.. in a few months... i'll be craving for even the lightest snack that my mom can make :)

Jayaprasad said...

Ha ha.. Gud one.Mom's food is always tasty unless there is an external force to cease it.(Newton's first law) :D

Hari said...

Haha...sometimes mummies get away with anything da... there was this occasion when mine got away with mixing Sambar and rasam, and I thought it was some new type of sambar... ;)

Vibushan Lakshminarayan said...

I tried mixing some crappy flavor of real juice trying to be a mocktail enthusiast. I ended up vomiting. :)

Vibushan Lakshminarayan said...

Ha ha ha :) I shouldnt let my mom see this comment! ;)

Chiju said...

hey... i many a times remember how me and my sis used to love fried idli, though we hated to have it in the normal form...
R&D... too good a term for this...

Old Monk said...

Mom's food is always tasty(though most of the time we don't admit it) because lots of love is always one of the ingredient.

Akshay said...

Nice one ...

Vibushan Lakshminarayan said...

@ Old Monk
Quite a Sentimental statement ;)
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