Thought for food

Life is full of surprises, you never know where and with whom you will end up with. Moreover, you could never predict if you are going to get in to a kitchen and cook someday. Seriously, now I think that there is some correlation between this blog post and me, or is it?

Tasty food has always been a major interest for me and I have always been very specific about what I eat. Though a non-vegetarian for the most of my life, over the last few years I'm trying to practise vegetarianism. Anyhow, the point is, I love food and the misconception was that I thought I just love to eat food.

My mom and dad are great cooks, so at home it's always a huge variety of delicacies. Sometimes they make so many dishes that I confine myself to one or two. As I said, I'm very specific about my tastes and at home it was served, without fail.

And then I ventured out of home and realized that serving specific to my taste buds will just be an occasional privilege now. The college mess was mostly a mess, but introduced me to delicacies specific to North-West India. Initially I hated the sweetness in sambar, yellow colored poha and all those green colored dishes, but as we explored Pune, we found places like 'Simply Idlicious' and 'Steamy affair' to name a few. My appetite was more than satisfied whenever we went out searching for restaurants. Over those two years in Pune, I slowly shifted from a hardcore non vegetarian to a 'mostly' vegetarian. Also, in those two years I realized that there is a difference between a food lover and a connoisseur of food.

Then the time came when I had to stay all alone. Food in a platter, whenever I needed, became a dream. I had to have samosas and vada pav for breakfast, apple and bread-peanut butter for dinner, while I'm living alone.  My cooking was limited to boiling water using the kettle, for preparing the cup noodles. As the days progressed I was more repellent towards the idea of cooking and was happy with restaurant food and ready-to-eat items.

Nevertheless, Bangalore had something else in store for me. I, now being a husband, started helping out my wife in kitchen. Started with making chapathi's, I'm getting in to cooking in a larger scale nowadays and I realize that cooking is one of my interest areas. I'm turning in to a connoisseur of food from a lover of it. I started cooking my own dishes and began experimenting with groceries and spices. Though it's just a start, I'm sure I will go a long way in cooking ;)

So is there any moral for this story? No. But you never know where you will end up, one day.