I know each one of you are going to laugh your lungs out reading
this post. The first disastrous dish I
prepared for my FIL & hubby. When I
read the event hosted by Rafeeda I though it was the perfect time for me to post this. Thank you Rafeeda.
Sambar is one of the very
most important and simple curry which is prepared in any South Indian
house. Goes very well with rice, idli, dosa, vada the list is never ending.
I was out from college and the next day I picked up a job, so
helping mom with household work was my job, never ventured into the kitchen for
cooking as mom never wanted us to do it.
I was 23 when I got married, after few days my FIL said
why don’t you make sambar for lunch.
First entry to the kitchen as so
many days my FIL cooked for us as I was not lucky enough to see my MIL as she was
not alive. My FIL at his 70’s was pretty good in cooking. I could not say NO to him and I thought it was a very simple task to make
the sambar, with little bit of doubts I wanted to call and ask mom but no
phone and no mobile, no internet also those days. All I remembered was seeing the plate in
which mom gave the masala to grind at
home, so I remembered all the
ingredients although not perfectly the right proportions.
I planned to make sambar with drumstick and ladies finger. I fried
all the masala and kept aside to let it cool so that I could grind to a fine
paste.
On the other side I cut the
drumstick and started to boil, put the fried ladies finger and cooked with salt. Then added the masala at this time I realized
the sambar is still watery. Then I realized
that I had forgotten to put the tur dal,
just took a bit of the daal, washed it well and put it into the sambar. Now the
sambar is boiling on and on, wondering why the daal is not getting cooked and
instead the sambar was becoming thick, so all I did as to add water and again boil, you know what had
happened the drumsticks and ladies finger got over cooked and mashed and invisible of
the vegetables except the thread like sticks of the drumstick, in between the
daal uncooked worrying me. Finally it
was time for lunch now no more time to
cook. So I just put the tadka and set it on the table for lunch.
My FIL comes to the table and starts his lunch at that time he
just put the sambar on rice all he saw was sticks and mashed ladies finger and
sambar so gooey and finally the great daal uncooked. All he said was to me you don’t
know cooking right. That’s all, poor thing ate a bit of rice with great difficulty.