To Live, Love and Learn: A Cookworm's Tale
So, why food?
If I knew the answer to that, and the day I do, I’ll know myself completely. This is after all a learning process. It began, as I remember, with my mother baking cakes and breads, and allowing me to help her every time since the age of about 6 years. My mother has always believed in learning through interaction. Books were just a part of it, but talking to neighbours about Christmas cakes, to distant acquaintances about Hyderabadi Biryani played a larger role. Getting one’s kids involved was a smart move, because cooking came naturally to me.
I don’t even remember when I first baked all by myself. I learnt how to make tea (not the dismal concoction I create these days!), how to fry stuff (fried potatoes before Board Exams…nothing like it!), and couldn’t bear the sight of raw meat or fish those days. The first thing I did make without parental supervision was a birth day cake for my maa, with my brother’s help.It was the best surprise I’ve organized till date!
Actually, I can’t think of food without associating people with it. For me, food has to be brilliant – adventurous, tasty and beautiful – precisely because I know my loved ones will eat it. I have my quirks, my eccentricities (actually its an occupational hazard, for I have yet to meet a woman, or man, linked to the academic world who is not at least a bit weird!)…but if I cook for you, I love you.
Its as simple as that (and its as complicated as that).
Food is love, love is food – for life.