We all love food that our moms make. I love my mom’s food too.
This incident occurred when I was about 8 years old. Mom made aloo mutter(peas and potatoes cooked in a rich onion-tomato base). She made a pan full of the dish then left for office.
I think I had a holiday at school that day. So when it was lunchtime, I had the dish with rice…mmm yummy..so I took it a second time…mmmmm!
The third time I went directly to the kitchen and took a spoonful of the gravy and had it..and then again….this happened until I wiped the utensil clean.
Now what? Suddenly I felt fearful. What would mom say? Wouldn’t she scold me? How can one person finish a dish that could fill at least 3 people?
So I thought of a plan. I wrote a letter to her. It was not a small one. I started by describing the dish and how tasty it was and how I was tempted to have more and more. I ended the letter apologising to her.
To make it look like a real letter, I made an envelope and put the letter in it. Wrote our address on it and even pasted a used stamp I got from some other letter. I was satisfied now.
In the evening when mom came back from office, I pretended that the postman delivered a letter with her name on it.
Mom of course knew it was me. Nevertheless, she patiently read the letter. I could see that she was amused while she went through the content.
By the end she laughed. But she also wondered how could an 8 year old skinny kid empty an entire dish. Was it so tasty? she asked amused. Phew! I was relieved that she didn’t scold me and hopped away happily.