Me: "There are a thousand of those in the Internet. How's mine going to make a frigging difference?"
Him: "It sure will, had it not been for those blogs a lot of people wouldn't be cooking today, so you contribute your part!"
Me: "Let's see" ... and I procrastinate for months.
Him: "It's been ages, and you haven't done it yet. Hell, you know, even I would begin cooking if I had your recipes"
Me: "But you do have them in my diary! You know I love jotting them down"
Him: "But what if I lose the diary when you're away in India... this way I have them documented online"
And so I had to listen to X to the power of N number of reasons before arriving at this decision.
I cook with passion. I may not be the best cook in the world, but I'm certainly not bad. And like the contents of every other cookery blog, most of my recipes are hand-me-downs from mommie darling and mommie-in-law darling, excepting a few that are debutantes in our combined households. We love food, enjoy eating out and trying a new dish at home. And my official food taster is my husband!
I was a pretty good food-taster even as a baby, or so mum believes. She often talks about how I'd spit out the temporary Cerelac while visiting India, and choose to open my mouth only to Gerber or Milupa. We grew up on sumptuous yet healthy food and luckily, I found my mother-in-law's cooking the exact same as mum's - except, our threshold for spices are a lot higher than theirs.
I had never imagined that I'd start a cookery blog someday. Up until the time when I began going to college, the moments I spent in the kitchen were when I was making Maggi Noodles or when I was getting a heads up on hogging the best home made food ever. Then it happened overnight. I saw this show on TV where "Menu Rani Chellam", a popular culinary expert in South India, was explaining a Paneer Butter Masala recipe. I had always loved that dish, we ordered that most of the times we went out. And the very thought of dishing it up in our kitchen excited me. I hadn't held a knife before, but I chopped the onions just fine. I hadn't conjured up spices before, but I did fine. Mum had never trusted me in the kitchen before, but she was just fine too - and she bought me a packet of paneer and left the house saying, "I have trust in you, just be careful in the kitchen".
Hours later, when mum returned, she tasted the food and gave me a tight hug and screamed in joy. And that was just the beginning. Soups, noodles, rice dishes, side dishes... the love affair began.
I hadn't documented that first recipe. For years, I never documented my recipes. That's a recent habit I cultivated so my husband could cook referring to them, in the rare event that I wasn't with him. Cooking isn't something you should be scared of. It is a phenomenon that can happen to you, if and when you want it to happen.
Here's to my humble beginning.