And A Happy Diwali to You Too!
This week was Diwali. It is supposed to be the festival of lights but it also doubles up as the festival of decadent food. Pretty much anyone who celebrated this season is probably nodding in agreement as they pop their antacids. But nothing; I mean nothing says Diwali like some homemade snacks, right?
Here’s the thing with cooking. I.don’t.like.it. I am neither remarkably good nor bad at it. Nothing wrong with this scenario except, first I am married to a foodie , who by association has made me fall in love with eating. And second as a blogger I discover blogs like this one and they “inspire” me. It’s the whole – if she can do it, I can do it- there’s always hope for foodie/non cooking folks like me. Hope is a prodigious thing, it makes you believe that you can do the impossible and at other times it just makes you look impossibly stupid.
My best memories are of the tons of great homemade stuff that my mom would slave over before each Diwali. This year was the first time Gia would be old enough to eat and maybe even appreciate something that I make. Again, hope rears its peculiar head. First, if my mom could do it, I must be genetically inclined to great Diwali snacks and second, what kind of mom doesn’t even bother to make stuff at home from scratch for her first born. (I jest; I am never doing it again)
I wasn’t going to go overboard, just a few of the basics and Gia would totally be set in the “great memories” department. I decided to make besan laddoos. They turned out great! But by the time I was done, my back was aching; I was completely frazzled and I had managed to yell my head off at Daddy a couple of times. That was it! I was done. It had something to do with the proportions, and temperature and some other banal logistics but it took me about 3.5 hours to make a sum total of 15 laddoos.
So let’s do the math!
Time taken to make each laddoo: about 15 minutes
Time taken by my daughter to say “YUCK” after the first bite: about 15 seconds
Yup, Hope is a senseless thing.