The first time I was planning to come to the US I was very nervous about the new responsibility that was thrust upon me! Like every dutiful mother, mine too had a lot of advice,
“You should eat well, you should not eat too much junk, call me for any help”
“You should be fine, I think” she added as an afterthought!
Her doubts were definitely not calming me down and to be constantly reminded of my lack of skills to take care of myself made me dread the upcoming 4 month long US project and made me wish that the most coveted US Visa never happened.
The maids in Bangalore and Chennai had until then ensured that we have good, healthy food on our tables whenever we needed. To know that I will soon have to manage it all on my own gave me jitters, enough to consume me entirely for a whole week and left me feeling utterly helpless. Cooking until then seemed like a herculean task, so much that I couldn’t imagine doing it on my own that too day in and day out for an extended period. It was at that juncture, at my friend’s advice, I made that decision to take you along with me. And looking back I have no regrets at all.
You remember, our first time together in the US? When we were in New York City, we were bang in the middle of Manhattan at Times Square surrounded by plenty of restaurants serving cuisines from all over the world! I took in all that the city had to offer and thoroughly relished every new flavor I came across – Chinese, Cuban, Greek, Italian, Mexican or Thai – I did not miss tasting any of them. But, I always missed a little something. There seemed to be a gnawing hollowness in my heart which seemed to grow bigger and bigger with every passing day. Nothing seemed to fill up the void in me, not the constant video calls back home not even the plentiful Indian restaurants, including our very own Saravana Bhavan that I discovered that was a stone throw away from where we lived.
You always knew what I wanted and craved for didn’t you? You filled the void in my heart without batting an eyelid that too in under an hour. I couldn’t contain my excitement when I got to taste home made Sambhar and Dosa after a very long time. Just in the first mouthful, I could feel my heart sing in happiness having had what I yearned for from day 1 in the US – a simple home-made fare, the taste of which made me feel that I am sort of not too far away from home. I polished off the dosas and sambhar in no time and since then there was no looking back, we became the thickest of friends.
You seemed to conjure up gourmet stuff out of thin air. Right from interesting soups with carrot and orange to the extremely flavorful Thai red curry to the surprisingly delightful beetroot leaves dal to even super delicious desserts, with you around nothing seemed impossible. I feel like I could conquer the world whenever I taste the food you dish out! Thanks to you I got closer to my friends, parents and sometimes even strangers.
I still remember Dad’s reaction when he first tasted the 10-minute veg kurma. You know how finicky he is when it comes to food, he is not one who is very generous with compliments. He was visibly dumbfounded on tasting that veg kurma, he couldn’t believe that something made at home could taste that good. In his own words, it tasted like the “Navrathna Kurma” that we used to have in the long-gone Surya Hotel in Coimbatore. He loved it so much that he said he wished that this dish is made every weekend. Hearing him praise the kurma so much, I looked to you and smiled slyly, while mom gave him a look of anger mixed with annoyance. Later she remarked that how not once he has complimented her cooking in the 35 years of togetherness and a few days after your arrival he is suddenly a new man!
You know before this most recent trip to the US, when people told me that I am going to be in the middle of nowhere, I am going to get super depressed and that I will want to be back soon, I knew they would be wrong. How can I ever get depressed when I know you are with me and that you will never let me down! Just one dish from you and no matter how bad my day is or how horribly white and cold the place is, I cheer up and everything is suddenly alright with the world.
Although I value you a lot, its sad that its only while in the US, I know of your importance in my life, while back home I almost always take you for granted. But on a positive side, thanks to my work trips, you have seen more of the US than any of my family members, for you have been my constant companion in all my trips except maybe for the 3 weeks long Stamford one. It was too short to take you along I had decided that time and it was one the most terrible mistakes I have ever made. That was the most depressing trip I have ever had to date, for you were not around to cheer me up.
As I am writing this blog, I watch your unassuming, calm self sitting quietly, so much unlike the real you and I couldn’t help the overwhelming sense of gratitude swelling up in my heart.
Thank you for all that you made me into -its with you I learned to make my first Dulce de Leche and in turn the best dessert in the world – the lip-smacking Banoffee, its with you I learned the endless possibilities of OPOS (One Pot One Shot) cooking and its with you I learned the power a well-made Biriyani can have over the guests. You are not just my constant companion, you are my teacher and my magician for it’s with you I learned that with a little bit of patience and concentration we can create magic with the simplest of ingredients.
With you around, I do not feel too alone here, for you bring my home closer with every dish even when I am thousands of miles away. And thanks to you, I get to be a good host for I get all credits for all the delicious fare. They do not know that it was you who made them simple, doable and even enjoyable. Thank you dear Pressure cooker for all the humbling life lessons.
P.S : All of the dishes mentioned in this post has my cooker play a key role in. 10 min veg kurma, beetroot chapati and carrot orange soup are made from recipes sourced from Kannamma Cooks