“Hey, wifey , what is a
Sunday special breakfast tomorrow ?” asked DKT.
“Vada Sambar , honey and
may be a coconut chatany” answered DIL.
“DIL, my relatives from
Poone are coming to see us next week , we must sit and plan some menu” MIL said
to DIL.
“Don’t worry MIL, I’ll
make nice Rassam Vada for them. I am sure they will dance with joy when they’ll
get to eat soft soft Vadas with the yummy Rasam” DIL started drooling over the taste of her
own recipe.
“Mumma , what will you
make for my Birthday Party this time ? I know Baba is going to order the Chhota
Bheem Cake but what is your plan ?” asked the Princess of the flat no B- 409
“Darling , I’ll make
cocktail Idlis and Dahiwada. Your friends will lick their fingers to no end”
said DIL , the Royal mother.
Dil Ka Tukda overheard
the dialogue and butted in –
“And now if I tell you
that my friends are coming to enjoy a cricket match on our 50’inch TV , over
lunch , you’ll surely present your stereotype Idli Vada treat to them ! Treat –
Haha !” blurted DKT – “You and Your Vadas , Great show !”
DKT completed his
sentence to the effect of lighting the wick of a bomb.
And the bomb ….. I mean
DIL exploded!
“Ya……. You nincompoop –
you laughing at my vadas – I am managing my job , daughter , MIL and to top it
all YOU – a Nut for last many years – Everybody praises my vadas except you –
if you don’t like them then why do you gobble them?” DIL was raging with
frustration and anger.
“Hee – Hee – Hee – I know
you South Indians cannot stand an insult to your culinary skill. Just accept
and forget that you have VADAMANIA !”
“Ya , Ya , I have
Vadamania and you’ve Vadaphobia!- and tell me , what did you expect when you
married a South Indian girl like me ! Shrikhand – Puri and masala Bhat along
with watery Aamti and Taak ?” DIL now started teasing DKT for his Maharashtrian
genealogy.
MIL thought it was a
right time for her to wave a white flag !
“Stop arguing over
Vadapuran! Let us reach a amicable solution. Tell me who started the fight ?” asked MIL .
“Who else but your DKT –
sits the whole day watching Australian , American , Indian Masterchef
programmes , salivating and brooding over those stupid TV shows! All wives have
nightmares because of their husband’s
expectations of exotic dishes made by those chefs! Why can’t the men folk move
to the kitchen and try their hands at them” – DIL challenged DKT.
“OK- OK –I’ll show you
that I am not just whiling away my time but can beat you in your own domain!”
DKT accepted the challenge magnanimously! but on a condition of you assisting
me”.
“Done!” said DIL.
And from the next day the
8 X 6 kitchen became abode for our local Sanjeev Kapoor and the family members
assisting DKT as and when needed – which was almost all the time.
The foodstores at the
malls were raided for the rare ingredients which were unseen by the poor Mom’s
kitchen !
The often heard sentences
were “What you don’t have thousand island dressing ?”
“Not even the Italian
herbs ?”
“And what about Chinese
sauces? And I always thought you two ladies manage the full fledged kitchen !”
MIL and DIL were asked to
shell , shred , dice , prick , soak , grate , grind , roast , stir fry ,
shallow fry , deep fry ingredients to make the Master Chef’s Special !
Kitchen sink overflowed
with crockery, cutlery and number of pots and pans! Once or twice MIL almost
slipped on the wet kitchen floor. Princess too participated by handing over the
different articles needed. DIL’s hands were kept busy in arranging the olives ,
mushrooms , jalapeno pepper , coloured bell pepper , seasoning , grated cheese
etc.
And when the dish was
ready the first thing was not that offering to God in old Indian way but to
click a photo to post it on Face Book !
Looking at all this DIL
would smile mischievously but look at her DKT adoringly and praise him for his excellent performance .
MIL- the occasional consultant would be HAPPY any
which way – whether DIL or DKT – she would be sure to get Tasty food – either
Idli Vada or Pizza , Pasta , Tomato – Sev curry or Papad Subji in curd gravy !
Kudos to Master chef !
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