*Sorry for the very cheesy title. Couldn’t come up with anything original in a short time. Anyway, here goes.
I’m a big time foodie and everyone knows that. Some of my fondest memories when it comes to food actually lie in the kitchen. My Mom, bless her, made it a point to introduce me to the art of cooking back when I was just a little boy. So I would help her out in the day to day meal preparations, even when I wasn’t even tall enough to reach the stove. Chopping Vegetables. Cooking Rice. Clearing out the kitchen counter. All the stuff that did not involve actual cooking. But I was fascinated from the get go, how she would turn these disparate ingredients into something delicious! And I somehow wanted to have that power. (Oh yes, I did think of it that way then 🙂 ) To one day wield the spatula and create something on my own! Well, it’s not hard to guess that it didn’t take very long for that to happen.
Before I knew it, I became the “Sous Chef” of our household, who would also take over whenever Mom was away or sick.
There’s joy in creating. Then there’s satisfaction and pride when people like your creation. Cooking was more or less the same.
It was also then that I developed a deep interest in food and the varied cuisines. My mom was quite adventurous when it came to food too, so we would sneak out to all new restaurants in town to try out their menus. Anyway, from then on, whenever we had people visiting, it would be me and mom battling away in the kitchen, my little sister helping out with small chores in her new “Chef’s Apprentice” position!
Most of the times, it used to be Chicken Biryani. The quintessential Indian dish that goes for all occasions. Biryani is basically an extremely aromatic rice dish that is mostly made with Chicken but also works well with lamb or fish. I would grind the spices in mortar and pestle and mom would marinate the chicken pieces in them along with some herbs. Then we would start preparing the flavored rice, layer the chicken in between and leave it all together to cook for a long time. The end result is one divine concoction, full of flavor and yumminess. No wonder it was a favorite of anyone who visited our house and something we loved preparing too!
So yea, food is always gonna stay close to my heart. It’s an art that I’m forever grateful to mom for introducing me to. My mind is veering off all directions, thinking about all other joyous times in the kitchen but I’ll stop now.