Being the youngest in my family by 9 years led to me being…well I guess ‘pampered’ to some extent. My sister is 10 years older than me and she generally used to do the cooking and cleaning. I had a relatively easy life and just had to concentrate on my education.
Don’t get me wrong. Every now and then my mum would hurl abuse in my direction especially once my sister had got married and she was having to do everything. Telling me I should learn how to cook. What will I do when I get married? You see in Asian Pakistani families, it’s all about knowing how to cook. Well for the girls anyway.
But I rebelled. I wasn’t going to have a rolling pin thrown in my direction when something went wrong.
I was, I suppose, the evil child. Still am I guess compared to my sister.
The one with who shouting didn’t work; in fact made me more determined not to learn.
I was a stubborn cow.
I went to uni and lived on takeaways.
Finished my education and then got married.
Oh heck. I still couldn’t cook.
But after marriage we lived at my parents for a while so I still didn’t have to cook.
I only really learnt when we got our own house and I had no choice in the matter.
Alhamdulillah I had a hubby who didn’t complain and ate my disasters.
But my confidence was knocked by my family.
If I ever took a dish around, they always found fault. Even if something was actually decent my mum wouldn’t like it. It was nothing like my sisters cooking.
I started believing I was a terrible cook. If any of my hubby’s friends came my mum told me to go round to their house and she would cook because I couldn’t handle it and our house was small.
I was made to feel ashamed of my cooking and of my ‘small’ house.
But I realised on Christmas Day I have nothing to be ashamed of and I can cook for hubby’s friends. Circumstances led to them coming to our house and I doing the cooking. I panicked slightly. Decided to make two dishes for the mains and desserts incase something went wrong, I was totally not confident. But Alhamdulillah it all turned out OK.
The menu was:
Roast chicken legs for starters.
Salad and Raita (yoghurt)
Gohst Aloo (Meat which was sheep and potato curry) to be served with chapatti.
Trifle and Halwa (semolina pudding)
Now I know that I can do it and won’t let anyone knock my confidence. I am in no way a brilliant cook, but I am not as bad as I was beginning to think. In 2014 I will be trying out new recipes and blogging about them all here.
If anyone else wants to get more experimental in their cooking then feel free to join me, am hoping to set up a monthly linky where we can blog about our new dishes. Let me know if you would like to join in!