Like most people, I didn't spend much time in the kitchen before I was married. I loved eating out, but when it came to cooking, I'd have happily lived on tea and sandwiches if no one was around to cook. When I came to India, and got married to Yash, I just got busy having babies for a few years. My mother-in-law was very active and on top of things in those days, and more than was more than happy to keep things in control where the kitchen was concerned. But by the time I'd been here about seven years, I was sick and tired of being told what a saint she was and how lucky I was. I'd been brought up with the value that if someone puts food in front of you you should shut up and eat it. No complaints please and remember your gratitude. After a while you get fed up being grateful. Not to mention having no right to complain. It's not that Indian cooking is difficult, but it is what you might call an acquired skill. Someone can tell you how to do it, but unti
An Irishwoman living an East/West Life