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!”
“Really!?”
“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.
“WHAT!?!?”
“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.
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!”
“Really!?”
“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.
“WHAT!?!?”
“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.
12 comments:
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...
AWESOME!
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. :)
Lol!
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! ;)
Rakesh
Yeah.. i'm almost there.. in a few months... i'll be craving for even the lightest snack that my mom can make :)
Ha ha.. Gud one.Mom's food is always tasty unless there is an external force to cease it.(Newton's first law) :D
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... ;)
I tried mixing some crappy flavor of real juice trying to be a mocktail enthusiast. I ended up vomiting. :)
@hari
Ha ha ha :) I shouldnt let my mom see this comment! ;)
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...
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.
Nice one ...
@ Old Monk
Quite a Sentimental statement ;)
@Akshay
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