My favorite meal is curried beef with mixed vegetables and lentil soup and boiled rice
. I like eating it more than preparing it. Since I can only eat ,if I cook it.I have no choice but to prepare it.
When I was young,occasionally my Mom used to cook beef.I thought she was the best cook in the whole world. My Dad was a fussy eater,if food didn’t look good or taste good,he’d call me and tell me to give it to my Mom.I of course thought what a nice gesture. One day at lunch he called me to take the food for Mom,I was my jovial self humming a tune,Dad wants to share the food with Mom.
I was calling Mom from a distance,when I reached her,I gave her the food,I said,”Dad wants you to eat it”. Mom was so angry I
thought she’d hit me. I didn’t know what I did wrong.She calmed down when she saw me crying. She said,”Don’t you know when the food is not tasty,he sends it to me”. How was I going to know,no one told me. I noticed whenever this happened the servants would disappear,and I’d have to take the brunt from both my parents.
But beef curry,my Mom made was so tasty,I’d go for seconds. My brother Rafique was irritated with my love for beef curry.He once remarked,” If you eat so much beef you’ll turn into a cow”. Those were the days my friend I thought would never end.It did come crashing down to an unfortunate end!