I don't detest cooking... but it is not like breathing!

I love cooking. Right from my tenth grade, I could cook basic meals (and some frilly stuff too once in a blue moon). Initially I took it as a challenge... sort of like a chemistry experiment we used to do in our twelth grade chemistry lab. No, seriously, like any dedicated group, we entered the chemistry lab with the sole objective of entertainment, trying to mix some liquids and powders to create jazzy results (mostly acheiving heavy fumes with the stuff hardening in the test tube and rendering it useless for future experiments!) Sometimes we did get beautiful results like for example, a cyan colored precipitate floating in a reddish liquid of some sort. Whatever. My point is, I took cooking to be like that.

Cooking is nothing but adding interesting stuff to your preparation and presenting it in such a way that the person in front of you can eat it without frowning (and still survive hehehe). I think I am downgrading myself a lot here. In reality my husband, mom, dad and friendz love to eat what I make. I like being surrounded with various masalas and spices, choosing what to add to make this dish lil bit different than what I had cooked earlier. I don't kill my time though with this stuff.. as I have office to go to, but this is damn interesting.

I love the fact that I am an Indian. By virtue of that, I can get tonnes of spices and masalas on my shelf, and I love to taste them too. From one of my friend, I have heard that most cooked food abroad looks whitish, creamish, or greyish ...and very little spicy. People there are generally intolerant towards spices (ofcourse they wouldn't be able to afford them, even if they were - another plus for being in India.)

I did enjoy cooking once in a blue moon. But life has changed ... I got married last month and now have the full fledged responsibility of cooking alteast 2 meals a day without a break! I can manage the time no issues, but it is no longer as enjoyable as it was before since I consider it as a mere task these days to be done with. To get it over witha and reach office within a reasonable time (we have flexi timings). And again to get back home and get it done with to go to sleep in time. I am wondering if life ever gives us a chance to enjoy something so much that we don't start hating it. Why do we start getting bored of things that we love to do... if we do it everyday? Time is a factor, but I think energy and dedication is another...

Will think about that...