I am coming to believe that there are 2 kinds of people. One who are critics and one who are so glad that they did something that they love what they did. There is some sense of accomplishment in making your own food I guess which leaves you in shock and confusion when others don’t like it.
Last week, I was so pleased with the dal I made. My mom tasted it and kept the cooker back on gas. I was shocked. It was the most amazing dal I had ever tasted. What happened here?
Today, when the turn of daal came again, mom made it in the morning itself.