Like in most of the families, the female member is head of the kitchen and my family was no different. My mother always used to cook delicious meals for us. We were a family for four, my father, mother, younger brother and me. Being a pampered girl, I never bothered to learn cooking or even understand the basics of it. So, it was just my mother who was responsible for feeding us.
Unfortunately, once she slipped from the chair while cleaning and got her leg fractured. It was the time when the daughter inside me woke up and decided to help my mother to every possible extent. Mom was happy that I will learn something but she didn’t expect the unexpected.
One evening, me and my father decided to cook dinner for all of us. He suggested pyaz aloo sabzi and paratha (onion potato curry and Indian bread). My mother was more scared than happy imagining what was she going to eat that night and even more than that what mess we were going to do with her sparkling kitchen. How can I not mention here, she is a cleaning freak so our home was shining at any given point of time and we were cautious not to dirty it.
So with that fear in her mind, she asked us to sit back and just help her in salad dressing or setting the table but my father insisted on preparing a full fledged dinner. He was full of zeal to show his cooking talent which he had, kind of developed during the days of his outstation stay away from all of us when he was transferred to a nearby and sometimes even far off city.
Finally, me and my father were in the kitchen together for the first time. I helped him in chopping vegetables and kneading flour and he cooked the curry and then we both made parathas together with all possible maps of many countries.
Whistle 1, 2, 3…..and we switched off the gas. The dinner was ready. All four of us sat on the well decorated dining table with the new cutlery, reserved only for the guests, as it was a special occasion. After all, we cooked the meal for the first time.
Everyone had their first bite, then second, then third………finally all of us looked at each other and bursted into laughter. The curry seemed potatoes dipped in oil and bread was a crisp paper hard to even chew.
But, it was undoubtedly the best meal ever as it had all the ingredients of a super supper – love for each other, care for Mom, laughter, togetherness, teamwork, trust and most of all the joy of cooking together. I still remember the aroma and tasteless taste of that dinner and cherish it the most. The curd and papad oops paratha were the savoury. We clapped for our MasterChef!
This post is an entry for father’s day contest by kreativemommy