Shaken and Stirred
by Ben Huberman
What’s the most elaborate, complicated meal you’ve ever cooked? Was it a triumph for the ages, or a colossal fiasco? Give us the behind-the-scenes story (pictures are welcome, of course).
My father was a widower till he got married again after a gap of nine years. We always had a male , or female person to cook for us. Growing up, I didn’t know anything about cooking, so I didn’t learn anything.
For the first three years of my married life, I was lucky in having marvelous cooks. They knew how to cook delicious meals, and tempting desserts.
The ax fell when my husband returned from deputation to Army life. There was no one to take up the workings of a kitchen. I was at a loss feeling overwhelmed at the change in my life.
My every meal was a disaster. Thank God my (late) husband was magnanimous in that aspect. He put up with culinary mishaps, and kept on encouraging me.
At the end of his life, he couldn’t put up with anyone else cooking except mine. He would point out, “I want food exactly the way she makes it.”