This post could also be called a normal day in the life of a housewife or the hazards of cooking but yesterday was definitely the worst day of my life.
My household to do list included washing the sofa covers, making ghee, lunch and washing hair mainly.
Though everything went well till my hubby left, after straightening the house and few other things I realized that it was 11 and I should start with the ghee in order to have lunch before my stomach starts growling. I decided to wash the covers first so that it could dry by the end of the day. I don’t know what took me so much time. Errr oh yes. Facebook, music, phone calls. At 1230 I felt the first twinge of hunger and decided to make aata for chapati. I took out suran from the fridge. I started with kneading the aata and remembered about soaking the suran in lemon. Since it had to soak and aata had to be kept for a while, I decided to start the ghee making process. Here is what went wrong.
The water for ghee was too hot and the whole butter just melted. I didn’t know what to do with it now as this was my third experience of making ghee. The suran was the itchy kind. My hubby tells me that it is called “buno ol” in bangla. My hands itched terribly. I called my hubby for help and he told me to rub lemon. I had ground red chillies previously and the lemon burnt like hell. I couldn’t obviously make chapatis nor unload the machine or apply oil in my hair. The whole scenario was so sordid that it moved me to tears. To make things worse my stomach started growling.
It took a few raindrops for the affirmations to kick in. I came back to senses and tried to make the best of the situation. I prayed to my memories of Kapil Sharma to make me laugh and live. I made maggi. While eating, I realized that this was not the end of the world obviously. I Called my guardian angel, my mom and she told me to let the mixture be. The butter will come up automatically. It did. The itchiness ceased in some time and I realized that
1 momma is always right
2 you can’t beat experience
3 a patient and mature husbands is a blessing. Girls, ALWAYS marry someone more mature than you.
4 sometimes letting things be can actually be useful.
If you are a guy and you have finished reading, I appreciate your patience and sensitivity. The ladies in your life are lucky.
If you are a girl, well share your miserable experiences here… it might just make me feel not so alone.