Amrith has fallen asleep and I decide to cook for dinner. His nap time is the best time for me to finish chores which require no intervention.
I peep into the vegetable section of the fridge, pick up the greens and get ready to prepare curry out of them. Somehow, I feel no hurry and go through the cooking at a slow pace. Different thoughts come into my mind as I go about chopping, whisking or stirring.
From time to time, I look at what’s being cooked and enjoy the brilliant green of the curry, the smell of the sautéed onions and garlic, all the while only hoping for an excellent output.The recipe I am trying is purely out of my imagination with inspiration from different recipes, ofcourse.
As I stir the ingredients wishing them not to burn at the bottom, I realize, how much of emotions and thoughts get into a dish. Somehow, the happiness or frustration, peace of mind or sorrow transcends into the food. So much so, that, when the food is served, it is not just the physical ingredients that comes on the platter but also an aura of emotions, thoughts and wishes. I find this thought provoking and beautiful… I carefully add lime juice in and turn off the stove. I give it a taste and it’s good.
I also realize that this is what I love about cooking, letting emotions and thoughts to come out in full bloom. But I abhor days when I am sick or tired and don’t want to cook but have to… Now that’s a bitter twist to it. J
