Initially after our marriage we had to stay away from each other for few years. My husband and I were working in two different cities. But throughout the entire span of our long distance relationship I fantasized our being together, giving shape to our long cherished sweet little niche, how to decorate our home and most importantly how to run my kitchen. Eventually the long desired day came when I moved to live with my husband. I was super excited to join him. We were very happy. Celebrations went on for days. We were busy decorating our new home. Within few days all the essential commodities occupied their position in our home. A totally new routine; full with family activities. Life seemed to be a beautiful dream. But gradually a realization crept in my mind, ‘what actual responsibility is all about’. Especially, cooking. First of all, after few weeks of preparing fancy recipes at home or eating out, my heart craved for home-cooked staple food, especially those prepared by my Mom. Secondly, after a hectic day one will definitely want to prepare something easy, quick and most importantly ‘healthy’. With such feelings when I used to stand in my kitchen and wonder of preparing likewise, that too with the ingredients readily available at home, all I could think of was a simple and humble ‘Dal Chaawal’ (rice and lentil soup). It was not that I was a beginner at cooking. I love cooking and it is my hobby. But till then I used to be an occasional chef at home, that too at my own leisure. Preparing daily meals, fitting it into my daily routine and thinking what new to prepare everyday that would quench our appetite and yet healthy was a challenge altogether. My husband was very supportive and was ready to have anything I made. He even generously lent me his helping hand in my new venture. But believe me taking the responsibility of a kitchen even for two people seemed quite a job. Once you enter this phase in life you start realizing why all moms are great. What painstaking job they have been doing for years to run the show called family and that too with a smile on their face. So when the idea of starting my own food blog crossed my mind I decided to include what I wrote hitherto as a prelude to my posts. I dedicate it to all the Moms. Thank you.
Now when I sat for drafting my first write up, I wandered what should be the first recipe to post in my blog. Should I post something innovative, some of my special recipes or a most common one which would relate to most of my readers especially for self- cookers or forced-chefs. Within a while the first recipe for my blog crossed my mind- a plate of regular ‘Dal Chaawal’. An all time favourite at most Indian homes, rather the entire subcontinent.
I have shared two Dal Chaawal recipes in my next two posts. Hope you will love them.