The first time I was asked whether I know how to cook was by P’s Mom- before our wedding. Well, then I didn’t know how to make even a perfect tea! Not that I’m stupendous in it now. And yes, my Mom literally had to pull her hairs apart trying to teach me the art of cooking. She always said,
“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!”
And as they say, slow and steady wins the race.
From the routine affairs of burning down the kitchen to being known as a fairly good cook, I have evolved. I also started blogging @Something’s Cooking to record the recipes I try in my kitchen. Pretty decent start, right?
So, when we got married and started to live on our own, I made sure that P was happy- to be more precise, P’s stomach was happy! From cooking his favourite Sambar to Kerala Special Fish curry, from the exquisite Biriyanis to luscious Kheers, I made sure I win his heart. P’s appetite is easy to satisfy! Hailing from the south, he loves
his traditional Sadya to Thattukada Chicken Fry. And being in the Fauj, he has the familiarity of being in all corners of India and loving the Mutter Paneer, Dhokla, Dal Makhni, Aloo Parathas and what not!
P comes home from work for lunch while I will be away at work. I make sure to leave him tiny notes of love in small lunchboxes on our special days, or rather when I feel all lovey-dovey!
Experience tells me that food and love go hand-in-hand. We love our lunches with meat by the side, and a dessert to sum it up. We love the spice in our food and also have a sweet tooth.
So when I get a chance to send him a lunchbox on Valentine’s Day, it would be of Mothichoor Laddoos- made using small boondis resembling rice pearls. It’s perfect for any occasion and is a treat to the eyes. And yes, there would be a tiny love-note inside to bring a smile on P’s face.
Dear Hubby,It’s been two years since we are married and it feels like I’ve known you for a life-time. As someone rightfully said, “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”Grow old with me darling, the best is yet to be!Love,Your Wife Shalini.