A typical weekend for me involves among other things getting up late, cooking up a storm and sleeping in the afternoons. This is how it has been for many years now. Some weekends the course is altered but that does not happen too often.
Then there are weekends when we have guests visiting. This weekend I have amma visiting me. Of all the things amma is synonymous with, food tops the list. Like everyone else I will swear by her cooking. Nobody makes mor kuzhambu or even the humble rava upma like she does. So, cooking for amma is a big deal. A very big deal.
It is not that she critiques my cooking or anything. If anything she observes silently and offers no comment at all. With her around there is no pressure but just that supreme desire to win her praise. So as I saute onions for my sambar or puree tomato for my milagu rasam my mind whirls with thoughts of what I could do to make it special. Extra special.
So, today when I was done cooking and amma opened the lid and gave an appreciative sniff I knew my day was made. 🙂