This week end, I had a mission to accomplish. The youngest member of the family was growing grumpier with passage of every. And the reason was me. I pleaded guilty on this count (I confess to myself most of the times!). So, to correct my mistake, I had to take it up as a mission.
It so happened that the little one had asked for her favourite as the week end treat. The entire universe coupled with my laziness had conspired against fulfilling her wish. The excuses that I had for not giving justice to her request were genuine (at least I felt so and think as well!).
Guests coming over for dinner was the reason for one-weekend. Next week end saw one of the family members being absent and wandering somewhere on Earth. Next week end saw another member with throat pain and one weekend I forgot!
All said and done, I could see the bitterness growing exponentially in the eyes of otherwise my sweet little pie. And I so dislike the grumpy bears either at home or at Dalal street! In both the cases, my careful investment for years, erodes to the extent that damage control needs a fire fighting actions. So, this week end I had taken it up my sleeve to make amends.
If I have to describe my family, I would say, there are three variables and I am the only constant in our liner equation. The three lives intersect at certain points like weekends, public holidays, festivals and family picnics. On such occasions, every variable looks up to me with much expectation to make their favourite dish. Fortunately, or unfortunately everyone has a distinct like and dislike. I say fortunately because, we end up with a lot of variety of food items from various families of cuisines, every week end and unfortunately because to make one happy, other two faces turn not worth enough a look!
The week end dawn and I started gathering the ingredients for the special treat. Made a few trips to market as well. No complaining here. This time around, I roped in the services of my better half as well. He happily chipped in as he had seen some fire in the eyes of the angry bird. I kept it under wraps and wished to surprise her. The moment she had gone out to play with her friends, I embarked on my mission in kitchen. Time flew by fast.
The door bell rang and in came the unsuspecting soul. After a quick shower, when she joined rest of us at the dinning table, I served her with her favourite Kachchi Dabeli. The smile and joy spread across her face in a flash of second. And I got the best reward when she instantaneously hugged me and planted a kiss on my cheek with love laced, “Love you Aai”!
Mission accomplished with a reward that I had not thought of!
PS: Though I could click the pics of Kachchi Dabeli before serving, I couldn’t take any of the final dish as everyone got busy relishing it including me. Before it dawned to me that I should have clicked the pic of final dish, not a single Dabeli was left…
Linking this post to #FlavoursomeTuesday Sunita Rajwade of MumbaiOnAHigh and Shilpa Gupte of Metanoia