When I started cooking in the kitchen, it was forced by my mother, my whole aim used to be to finish the given work fast as soon as possible and dash out of the kitchen.
Later, when I started staying in a different city alone because of my job, I had to cook because I needed something to fill the stomach.
After marriage I was completely a house wife, so started doing organised cooking. Some disasters happened and calls to mom before each festival for the recipe of a particular dish were regular.
Disasters in kitchen never encouraged me to try the same dish again. As I used to feel that already I had wasted so much… I should not take second chance.
Successful attempts and praises used to give energy and enthusiasm to try some thing new!!! But till now I was cooking only those dishes which have fixed…
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