First wishing friends on their birthdays...thanks to the reminder notice by facebook. Then
- smiling at funny comments.
-checking out the video links on almost anything that catches my fancy.
-joining forums mostly related to my hometown, school or university.
- sometimes butting into conversations if i have something to say.
-rarely chatting with friends online that is if they have pinged me (don't precisely know why but never taking the first lead).
-Sometimes trying out the quizzes already tried by others.
-indulging into photos put up by friends and aquaintance of their happy family life, foreign tours...
-Finally breaking a cookie to read my fortune for the day before signing off.
All this when i have sufficient time to spare on facebook alone.
Mostly i see the notifications and check the messages, reply and sign off.
Actually i am quite a boring user and will not deny that my active friends have given up on me but i really don't mind that. So long i am able to share their happening lives i feel entertained for that time spent on facebook.
More than that i really don't care.
So it was a routine check just the other day but something happened during this routine check and that's what this blog is all about. In fact i got inspired enough to do something which i would not do otherwise.
This inspiration shattered another myth that i had been entertaining for quite some time. The myth being that a woman does not cook for herself.
i always thought that if left on her own the lady of the house would never take pains to cook a delicious meal for herself. She would make do with the least and probably bite into some sandwich or something and wash it down with some beverage. End of the boring kitchen routine cause she'd rather do something else.
Now i really don't know if the picture on facebook was responsible for this revelation or i know my own kind less... whatever but that particular day i cooked a meal for myself and i want to share that meal and that experience.
What made me cook that meal was this picture on facebook of a local delicacy called Litti. Here is how it looks like.
Either to ignore the rumblings in my stomach and swallow the drool and silently bite into my sandwiches or to pull up my lazy socks and head to the kitchen.
Thankfully i had all the cooking ingredients i needed in my pantry excepting for i major item required to bake such delicious mouthwatering stuffed balls of ghee dipped heaven.
Litti in this form can be achieved by baking the stuffed balls in a brazier that has burning charcoal/ cow-dung cake fire.
Incapacitated by my lack of resources and also by my enthusiasm about being innovative i came back to my lappie...stared at the litti and as if i wanted to compensate for my loss i headed to the kitchen again with a new determination.
"Tonight's the night baby...", i said to myself . "Tonight i am going to cook a good meal for myself which should take care of my craving and everything else...". Yeah it was true that i was also feeling lonesome and quite fed up of my reading and whatever i was doing to cut boredom. i was missing my son, my husband and last but not the least i was missing taking care of myself. In a way i was beginning to wonder if i was turning into a sloth.
So how did the meal look like after i had prepared it only for myself ? i must say that it looked appealing after i had laid it on the table. Which was that it looked like this.
i have often wondered about this friend of mine who does not flinch about cooking her dinner herself even when she is back from a hard day's work at the office. It was she who had first told me about this therapeutic aspect that many of us consider as mundane chores .
Frankly i has no such experience until now and this was my first that i had attempted which should see only me relishing what i had cooked.
So then coming to the point about shattering the myth, i have to agree that it was shattered only partially. That i did cook for myself is fine but coming to relishing part, i guess i was unable to do justice to all that effort taken on my part. For not only was i satiated with the aromas but the fact that i was eating alone bundled me back to square one.
And then i realised that a table seating your loved ones, enjoying the bites and chattering in between mouth fulls is what makes a meal the most satisfying one. Even when the meal may not be very exotic or a fancy one.
i guess then that it's just not sheer laziness but the presence of your loved ones that prompts the woman to hover round the kitchen even when it gets mundane and very routine.
Probably that's what he meant when he said this.
" There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that of a beautiful woman in the act of cooking dinner for someone she loves." Thomas Wolfe
So far as it being like a therapy...i guess my friend is absolutely right.
For when i was bored with everything else...this got me moving in the right direction.
It changed my gloomy mood and got me thinking how to make the best out of the resources which inches me closer to satisfying my craving for litti.
And was i successful in that? I SURE WAS.
For what is sattu ka paratha but a griddle fried and round version of the baked balls called litti.
And if litti is eaten with chokha my opinion of sattu ka paratha is that it goes best with an aromatic and spicy mutton curry.
More of my recipe for sattu ka paratha in my next blog. Surely about litti chokha too...
Image courtesy: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=148456961857095&set=a.140410725995052.13175.140407642662027