Kitchen Queen

K of #AtoZChallenge

Lately I have been cooking.

Regularly.

Cooking was neither my hobby nor my duty.

Today, cooking has become my need.

It's not that I want to cook and make great recipes for Kedar (my partner/inmate),

or to make him 'happy'.

I am cooking, because,

I, MYSELF want to have good food and feel happy!

It's the familiarity of taste of a particular dish that I long to have,

that makes me want to cook in the exact way how my mother cooks.

It's the longing of having 'junk food', but now that there is no option to eat out,

I HAVE to try to duplicate it at home!

And satisfy the craving with however I have cooked it!

It generally turns out to be good!

Guess first time has it's charm!

I have discovered I NEED to have a quick response (appreciation) for my Art piece!

I don't generally display my creations onto social media.

But I NEED to be APPRECIATED by Kedar (the only blessed soul to eat my creation)

Or else, I snap at him for 'not appreciating the chef'.

Poor Kedar, has to be on his toes!

I am a good food critic.

I know what good food tastes.

So I know what he says IS genuine.

Like a Queen strategizes her next move,

I look up for recipes, make a list of the ingredients,

And during my grocery trip, make sure I pick up that!

I believe in nothing less.

Just excess!

कमी नाही पडलं पाहिजे,

जास्त असलं तरी चालेल!

When it's about the taste,

Nothing goes waste!

I AM the Kitchen Queen!

What I think,

will be!

"Bow down my loyal subjects!"

*Imagining Kedar to bow down*

"Hail to The Kitchen Queen!"

(image courtesy: Google images/Shutterstock)

Comments

Viyoma said…

So happy to have someone in sync with my thoughts when it comes to cooking.
I too started cooking only when I became a necessity. Till then - I only overheard relatives telling my Mom- teach her to cook- else she wont know it.

My Mom had a standard reply- Cooking is a life skill. When time comes- she will learn it on her own.
And that's what happened. Aai nehmi correct bolte!

April 20, 2020 at 5:02 PM

Archana said…

I have no inhibitions in saying I am a reluctant cook. I do make an effort when people drop in and I really like to be complimented for my creations!! No harm in that!! :-)

April 28, 2020 at 5:55 PM

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