The Tears of a Terrible Cook

In this pandemic situation and lockdown circumstances, many people are harboring their own passion or mostly cooking delicacies.  Covid-19 made me realized that for one I am a horrible cook. Far away from home and with maid absence, both of my friends have shown their cooking skills. But as soon as I enter the kitchen, I can hear the criticism of vegetables and spices. “Look here she comes, to destroy our virtues and honor.”

My thoughts lingered on those typical Hindi TV Serials, where the “sanskaari bahu” is pinned down by her villainous in laws for being a terrible cook. In my case, both of these guys have already braced me up to how level up with my future in laws. Well my cooking skills haven’t improved but my tackling skills have already sharpened.

The most embarrassing situation for me is Instagram. My friends Insta’s story are heightened with elegant foods or cooking process. Even my brothers have dominated kitchen. And here I am posting food pictures made by these two guys and taking credit myself. Yes, I know it’s quite an embarrassment.

I have managed myself to face criticism from veggies and masalas, but these two confidants have succored to make basic foods. They anyhow gulp down my horrendous cooked food but always come to aid by adding more salt. But deep down I know, my mother would have loved my cooked food, because she always say I look pretty even if I dress as a crap bag.