Before leaving to her parent's place yesterday, my mom was giving me and my dad last minute instructions on a few things - what clothes she has packed for us to bring, what rice batter could be used for cooking dosa and what could be used for cooking idly to name a few. She was excited and happy that she would be staying with her parents for a full week.
I had got up a little early to prepare the breakfast and pack lunch since she was not at home. She had already made two curries and had put them in the fridge.
I had made dosa for myself this morning and was planning to sit down to have my breakfast when I forgot about the curries. I quickly took the podi jar and the oil. That is when I noticed that there was not much oil in there to use. I decided to call my mom.
Knowing that I would not leave him in peace, he went to the kitchen to make his own breakfast. He poured the batter on the pan and was putting the oil when I peeped in the kitchen out of curiosity.
I had got up a little early to prepare the breakfast and pack lunch since she was not at home. She had already made two curries and had put them in the fridge.
I had made dosa for myself this morning and was planning to sit down to have my breakfast when I forgot about the curries. I quickly took the podi jar and the oil. That is when I noticed that there was not much oil in there to use. I decided to call my mom.
Me: Amma, for the molaga podi (idly podi), what oil should I take. The oil in the container is very less.
My mom told me where is it.
Me: Wait. Don't hang up on the phone. Let me go and check it.
** I was able to locate the jar with the instructions she had given.
Me: Ok, I got it.
** I was able to locate the jar with the instructions she had given.
Me: Ok, I got it.
My mom: By the way, why are you taking the podi. I had made the curry for today and have kept it in the fridge right.
Me: Oh, is it. Ok.
My mom: Why is it that you and your dad never pay attention to what I tell you.
I quickly said good bye to her and cut the line before she could finish her ramblings.
I sat down to have my breakfast when I noticed my dad took a seat in the sofa and was about to pick up the newspaper.
I sat down to have my breakfast when I noticed my dad took a seat in the sofa and was about to pick up the newspaper.
Me: Appa, make two dosas for you. There is some rice as well. Do you need anything else?
My dad: Ok. No, that is fine. Now you eat and leave. It is already 9 am.
Me: Fine. Do you want me to make dosa for you.
My dad: R, I have had experience in making dosa even before you were born in this world. I know how to make. You eat your breakfast and leave.
Me: Just remember one thing. Amma has told me to put oil on the batter and not on the sides. If you burn the pan, I will point the finger at you. You will then have to face her wrath.
My dad (exasperated): I know everything about pan and oil and dosa.
Knowing that I would not leave him in peace, he went to the kitchen to make his own breakfast. He poured the batter on the pan and was putting the oil when I peeped in the kitchen out of curiosity.
Me: Appa, that is too much oil. I would have used that oil for making 2 dosas.
My dad: R, I know how much to put. You go and have your breakfast.
Me: Let me cook them for you. Give it to me pa. Otherwise you will burn the pan and get nicely from amma.
My dad was so angry with me and decided that giving it to me was better than standing there and hearing me talking.
I finally made the dosas for him and then sat down peacefully to eat my own. I guess I do have my mother's genes after all 😊😉😆
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