...on a lighter note
The other weekend, we suddenly realized that soon it will be too hot outside for any kind of gatherings and that we haven’t really invited anyone home for a long time.
As usual my husband commits to such plans without consulting me. And I, too lazy to cook, try to find some short cuts ;)
We agreed that since the barbecue would form the major chunk of the meal, I should make some side dish.I chose pasta to go with the overall menu, though Mr. Indian Food would have loved any other Indian snack. But I did not listen and continued with my experiment. That’s when my mom called and I,very proudly announced my 'pasta plans' of yellow bell peppers, fancy mushrooms and a dash of cream cheese!
And probably around the same time, I ignored the amount of attention I was supposed to give to the rare attempt.It was a quite a disaster.Completely bland. Unaesthetic. It was one unified soggy mass of dough moving in the wok like a ball, dotted by yellow decorations, thanks to the bell peppers!...and Mrs Rescue's now useless suggestions from the phone!! Leaving aside my environmental concerns, I thought of throwing the wok away directly in the garbage chute and no one would know about the failed try. But just then the guests arrived. That instant, I cooked up an effortless idea --- Food for tiny tummies! That was going to be my expertise from now on. The flavorless low spice pasta was of course meant only for the kids!!! Bravo.
If they ate it, a feather in mommy’s cap. And if they didn’t… well …they were too engrossed in play or ate all the popcorn…something like that. I later caught people trying to add soy sauce and pepper to the pasta in their slightly tipsy state ;) ...but their kids had eaten properly...luckily for me!!!
“Well played” said my husband with a smile.
~ Phew...saved! Okay fine. You can hate me for this :(
The other weekend, we suddenly realized that soon it will be too hot outside for any kind of gatherings and that we haven’t really invited anyone home for a long time.
My husband(Mr Public Relations) hurriedly called some scattered friends for Friday barbecue.
Two different families with no connection with one another --- just the common factor of kids.As usual my husband commits to such plans without consulting me. And I, too lazy to cook, try to find some short cuts ;)
We agreed that since the barbecue would form the major chunk of the meal, I should make some side dish.I chose pasta to go with the overall menu, though Mr. Indian Food would have loved any other Indian snack. But I did not listen and continued with my experiment. That’s when my mom called and I,very proudly announced my 'pasta plans' of yellow bell peppers, fancy mushrooms and a dash of cream cheese!
And probably around the same time, I ignored the amount of attention I was supposed to give to the rare attempt.It was a quite a disaster.Completely bland. Unaesthetic. It was one unified soggy mass of dough moving in the wok like a ball, dotted by yellow decorations, thanks to the bell peppers!...and Mrs Rescue's now useless suggestions from the phone!! Leaving aside my environmental concerns, I thought of throwing the wok away directly in the garbage chute and no one would know about the failed try. But just then the guests arrived. That instant, I cooked up an effortless idea --- Food for tiny tummies! That was going to be my expertise from now on. The flavorless low spice pasta was of course meant only for the kids!!! Bravo.
If they ate it, a feather in mommy’s cap. And if they didn’t… well …they were too engrossed in play or ate all the popcorn…something like that. I later caught people trying to add soy sauce and pepper to the pasta in their slightly tipsy state ;) ...but their kids had eaten properly...luckily for me!!!
“Well played” said my husband with a smile.
~ Phew...saved! Okay fine. You can hate me for this :(
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