Getting into the kitchen

Ammi and bhabhi always kicked me out of the kitchen.

"Bilal! please let us work"
"But i want to learn how to make things"

"JUST LEAVE!"


and i never got a chance. After marriage, i had to battle though yet another level of resistance.

"Why do YOU want to do it when WE do it BEST !"


Winds of change
Last month, a friend of mine told me how he had made a strawberry dessert during one of his business trips. Starved with the passion to make it myself i took the recipe from him.

It wasn't as difficult to make it as convincing people that i could make it. Even tough i wasn't given a place inside the kitchen, permission was granted to do my stuff on the dining table after making military grade security arrangements to insure i wont break anything.

I HAD to bear all that with a rather BIG smile.

Anyways it took me an hour of hard work and patience to make the thing. My wife was the first one to taste it and said that it tasted good. She was rolling her eyes when she said that so i wasn't sure what would happen at dinner.

I borrowed a crystal bowl for the first impression to be good and my left artwork to chill in the freezer till dinner time.

At dinner.
After the main course was over, came the time i was waiting for. Dessert.

I went to get the bowl and when i was coming towards the table, all eyes were on me. Everyone was smiling as if saying "What in the world will he make us eat now"

Everyone took a little of it initially. But when Abbu asked for a refill, bhai and i went "Pass ho gaya !" almost instantly.

It was a big success and everyone enjoyed. The whole bowl was over in less than 15 minutes and everyone appreciated all aspects from the presentation to the taste.

Conclusion
Even though i still cant make it to the kitchen to actually cook, but my "Strawberry Delight" certainly helped me getting closer.