Blogchatter Food Fest : Cooking Is Therapeutic

Recently, I started cooking for myself. I must say it is therapeutic for the heart and the soul. From deciding what to eat to what to cook, it has been a journey in itself. I cannot deny I have days of burnt chapati and curry, yet there is no going back to find another resort except for food cooked by my mother.

Two months back, I shifted to a new place without planning how I would live in a shared flat as I had a picture in mind that there was a cook who would cook for me. But, when I came here, I realized that girls cook their meals by themselves. It was shocking for me because it was not in my plan. For a few days, I tried my hands at kneading and preparing curry that I liked, and the thought of having a cook went off my mind.

Now, when I have to make something I did not try earlier, I would call my mother and ask a few things without knowing that my papa would ask me how the dish was the following day. Sometimes, if he was with her, he gave his advice to make the dish fine, and my cooking became the laughing therapy of my parents. So, I made it a habit that instead of checking YouTube, I call my mother when I try something new.