My Cooking Ordeal (Post No.5)

A fact post about me.

People know me for the fact that I hate cooking as an obligation. It is fun when I have to do it occasionally (read never). When I have to cook on an everyday basis I go nuts. I try to find ways how to escape it. I may fall sick on the very day. I find ways on how to thrust the responsibility on people at home. Poor ‘Me’ is the only person who bears the brunt of it. When there is no one to depend on, online apps come handy. I have all the apps under the world who cater in my city. The delivery boys recognize me.

However, food is something that I am a little choosy about. I am the last person who would experiment with food. I almost always play it safe, oscillating between Indian and Continental. I am also very particular about the places from where we order in or dine. All my tantrums and preferences put together doesn’t give me or my people many options to choose from.

I found a solution to this myriad task – engage a cook. It works for me as I do not have to depend on ‘freelancers’ for cooking. Also, it is easy in my pocket. At the end of the day, I get home-cooked food from my ‘customized’ menu. The everyday struggles with a cook is an all-together new subject, which I do not want to touch upon here (That would be too much for you).

I did not see any Indian woman empathizing with my peculiar nightmare yet. Recently, one of my friends diagnosed my ordeal as the picture below. Finally, someone discovered such a human condition and I am thankful for this acknowledgement.