It’s mostly the women who cook, at least in all major Indian households. It’s like their duty, their work, only thing is they are not paid for it, they are not recognized for the effort they put into it, they are looked upon with a scorn when the food for some damn reason turns out to be a little below standard.
Cooking is not easy and not everyone can cook and not every woman can cook. It’s a talent like coding or drawing or singing or dancing, not possible for everyone. We often complain about our coworkers, ” he doesn’t know to speak well” or ” he doesn’t know to code well” etc. It’s the same thing with cooking too. Not everyone can cook the same way. So it makes no sense in telling someone, “your food doesn’t taste as good as my mom”, my answer is ” your mom has been cooking for 30-40 years, I might improve given the time”.
A hell lot of time is spent on any recipe. I consider each recipe to be a project in itself. There are different stages through which I have to go through to complete any recipe project. I start with initiating – what should I cook? Are there any videos, sample recipe I can follow? Will it take a lot of time? Will the ingredients cost a lot? These thoughts fill my mind at least a day in advance. Next comes planning – Do I have all the necessary ingredients? If not, how am I going to procure it, through Big Basket or through ZopNow or directly from the shop? How much time would it take me? What time should I start to complete in time for office? What is the sequence I have to follow? Next comes the execution – I have to cut, peel, slice, cook, boil and all activities necessary to make the recipe, lot of work. I need to constantly monitor the flame and control it between high, medium and low so that my recipe doesn’t turn out to be bad. When I feel the recipe is done, I do my project closure by turning off the flame and transferring the dish to the tiffin boxes.
When we go to some hotel and eat very costly food, we say, ” awesome taste”. There we are paying money and enjoying the food. But the thing is we can’t have the same hotel food every day. We will get bored of it. Homemade food, even if it is just curd and rice with a little pickle is better on the long run than expensive biryani from a hotel.
When your mother or wife is in the kitchen and the food is taking time to get prepared, understand one thing, cooking does take its own time. Masalas have to be cooked, water has to be boiled, gravy has to be thickened, everything takes time, just like you writing a piece of code or drawing a painting, or watering some plants. With experience, time might reduce, but its no way becoming 0 minutes or 0 seconds.
I urge you to accept the imperfections in the food that someone makes for you with all their love and affection. Even if it isn’t good enough, do not deny them the well-deserved appreciation. Pointing out flaws alone hurts any human, for all human are bound to err. Say a big thank you to everyone who cooks for you, let’s make the world a better place to live in. Let’s bring happiness into the lives of people who make our bodies healthier.