My siblings got the stomach of my parents, they eat more than a little, they throw up....and for the very opposite reason, I became the apricot of my dada's eyes...I was a perfect Meiji baby, he fed me with malaiyan and his favorite meat dishes. He could eat the whole chicken at one time.
My cooking is sometimes horrible.
I remember my early dishes. Couple of times I added sugar instead of salt because they looked same. The first time I made (bhindi gosht) lady finger with meat, I added toooo much water. The curry became too gooey at the end. Rice...I'm still not good at biryani or kichri.....what I usually do, I boil white rice and add curry or vegetables or meat to give it a taste.
Making roti (round bread) requires a good talent. I never liked it. My mom had a hard time teaching me how to make roti. Next time I refused. See, it involves many steps and I had a bad memory, what if I forget any of the steps....
I don't try complicated dishes like haleem or biryani etc. I am thankful to Shan spices for making it easier for me.
I never tried to become a good cook. I do make good dishes but they are my style of Chinese or Italian or local dishes.
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