Please don’t get me wrong here.. my dad is not a chef… n just like the other households, my ma is the kitchen handler at my place too… its only a once in blue moon phenomenon that my dad enters the kitchen… n when he does… there is only one word… yummmmmmmm!!!
My ma is an excellent cook… she can pretty much cook anything in the whole world… my sister is a keen observer… we went from pukka desi food to Chinese and Italian additions.. all thanks to my sister.. she has a flair for making dishes with white sauces and mayo and I don’t know what not… me… I got better things to do!!!
The point is, there are 4 people in the family, 3 of whom are expected to cook… and onez cooking is an add on.. but the funny thing is, I love my ma’s cooking, I appreciate my sister’s cooking, I cook when there is no alternative… but I totally adore my pa’s cooking… every time he cooks, my appetite triples… and I still have room for more after about an hour or so! :P
So, what is it that my father does?