I was almost a pure vegetarian but not anymore.. Ok. There I have said it! I have started to become an egg-tarian recently after marriage. Egg Omelet once in a while prepared deliciously by S. Initially i was very reluctant but now I like it so much. I hear ppl say I would soon be a pucca non-vegetarian.. No folks, you got me wrong. Thats never gonna happen and I tell you why!
Last weekend, I watched a cookery show where the chef was preparing some chicken gravy. Ok.. I have watched N number of non-veg preparations and I dont feel anything bad. But this time, there was a bulb glowing brightly over my head and I thought - Oh.. This chicken preparation must be damn easy!! To say some truth, S is a complete non-vegetarian and has quit most of it only for my sake. At times, I feel terribly guilty for this, I ask him to eat whenever there is a chance. I really dont mind ppl eating non-veg in my presence unless they thrust some into me. But sometimes, I really feel happy he left behind that chicken and prawns which would favor for his good health.
On sunday evening, I ask S if he would like to have some chicken with chapathis for the night and I see a shocking expression from S. I was actually feeling like trying to cook it and thought what if I get some 100gms of chicken only for him and excite him?!?! after a lot of negotiation, S agrees to the idea. By then, I had done my research on some chicken gravy dishes from internet and was feeling so proud and all :) Most of the recipes said, I would need to boil the chicken in a pressure cooker. I have 2 small cookers - one for dal and the other for rice. For sure, I was not ready to mess up with them. Off we went to get a new cooker - I had lit up S's taste buds so much that he gave in for getting all new utensils for this. Whatdowefind?? Even the smallest cooker costs around 1000 and I really dint feel like wasting so much. Ok.. I tell him, I would use a very old Kadai for making it and then hide it somewhere. S again accepts for this and off we go to buy the chicken. I made my points very clear even before he went into the non-veg section of HyperCity. The pieces should be small and the chicken must be boneless. (I was not planning to touch it to cut and I thought bones would put me off ). Also, the chicken must be in a state that its ready to use as such. No cleaning required. S goes in.. and never comes out. I wait restlessly outside the section for a never ending time and finally hold a kerchief onto my nose and get in. He has around 3 choices in front and struggling to choose the right one! Frist - is boneless but big big pieces. Second - Small pieces but long long bones. Third - I don't know what it is.. Finally he takes one and there is disbelief on my face. The task that seemed so simple all the while doesn't seem so any further. I have never seen chicken so close and then, the thought of cooking it all by myself!! No way my mind said but heart on the other side was feeling pathetic towards S. We were still standing at the entrance of the non-veg section with S holding that chicken tub in his hands, asking me if I was really sure of doing it. I shook my head lifelessly (not intended but it happened). Then, he keeps asking me the same thing to which I shake my head answering YES while my mind asks me to tell NO. You know what - S went back and put the packet back to its place while I was standing dumb fold, he came back and told me - We will have dosa and reheat the curry from fridge for the side dish. There is the man I had fallen in love and married. He knows me better than me. I immediately confessed to him that after seeing real chicken, I was too chicken to cook it :):) S should have understood it from my expression and said - "Even I wasn't ready to clean the mess if you had cooked chicken and then puked all over". We finally came out without buying anything though we shopped for 2.5 hrs.. window shopping I mean... :)
Last weekend, I watched a cookery show where the chef was preparing some chicken gravy. Ok.. I have watched N number of non-veg preparations and I dont feel anything bad. But this time, there was a bulb glowing brightly over my head and I thought - Oh.. This chicken preparation must be damn easy!! To say some truth, S is a complete non-vegetarian and has quit most of it only for my sake. At times, I feel terribly guilty for this, I ask him to eat whenever there is a chance. I really dont mind ppl eating non-veg in my presence unless they thrust some into me. But sometimes, I really feel happy he left behind that chicken and prawns which would favor for his good health.
On sunday evening, I ask S if he would like to have some chicken with chapathis for the night and I see a shocking expression from S. I was actually feeling like trying to cook it and thought what if I get some 100gms of chicken only for him and excite him?!?! after a lot of negotiation, S agrees to the idea. By then, I had done my research on some chicken gravy dishes from internet and was feeling so proud and all :) Most of the recipes said, I would need to boil the chicken in a pressure cooker. I have 2 small cookers - one for dal and the other for rice. For sure, I was not ready to mess up with them. Off we went to get a new cooker - I had lit up S's taste buds so much that he gave in for getting all new utensils for this. Whatdowefind?? Even the smallest cooker costs around 1000 and I really dint feel like wasting so much. Ok.. I tell him, I would use a very old Kadai for making it and then hide it somewhere. S again accepts for this and off we go to buy the chicken. I made my points very clear even before he went into the non-veg section of HyperCity. The pieces should be small and the chicken must be boneless. (I was not planning to touch it to cut and I thought bones would put me off ). Also, the chicken must be in a state that its ready to use as such. No cleaning required. S goes in.. and never comes out. I wait restlessly outside the section for a never ending time and finally hold a kerchief onto my nose and get in. He has around 3 choices in front and struggling to choose the right one! Frist - is boneless but big big pieces. Second - Small pieces but long long bones. Third - I don't know what it is.. Finally he takes one and there is disbelief on my face. The task that seemed so simple all the while doesn't seem so any further. I have never seen chicken so close and then, the thought of cooking it all by myself!! No way my mind said but heart on the other side was feeling pathetic towards S. We were still standing at the entrance of the non-veg section with S holding that chicken tub in his hands, asking me if I was really sure of doing it. I shook my head lifelessly (not intended but it happened). Then, he keeps asking me the same thing to which I shake my head answering YES while my mind asks me to tell NO. You know what - S went back and put the packet back to its place while I was standing dumb fold, he came back and told me - We will have dosa and reheat the curry from fridge for the side dish. There is the man I had fallen in love and married. He knows me better than me. I immediately confessed to him that after seeing real chicken, I was too chicken to cook it :):) S should have understood it from my expression and said - "Even I wasn't ready to clean the mess if you had cooked chicken and then puked all over". We finally came out without buying anything though we shopped for 2.5 hrs.. window shopping I mean... :)
There is the man I had fallen in love and married. - The soul of the write :)
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