My Mum and the edited version

here My Dad was a good listener and I could tell him anything.

conocer mujeres madres solteras Not so my Mum. She, often got the edited version, especially if it involved the prices of things, that we bought and brought home. If we bought something at a certain price, we always marked it down, by at least 30 %. Even then, she remarked that it was too much and grumbled that we were wasting money. She would have been delighted, if I had left the money to grow in the bank. So would I . Now. Talking of shopping for my Mum, Sam, has a Khus Khus story to his credit. When we used to come to stay with them, during our holidays from Nepal and Bhutan , son-in-law, Sam used to try and chalk up brownie points with his Mother -in-law, running errands and doing chores for her. I used to roll on the floor laughing. watching them.

site de rencontre pyrenees orientales One Sunday, my Mum decided to make a korma. After she started cooking, my Mum found that she was out of Khus khus, poppy seeds. She was half way through and was desperate, for someone to go to the shop, down the road. You do not need a great amount of Khus khus to thicken the gravy, perhaps half a teaspoon or so. However, the korma would have been tasteless, without the khus khus. Eager beaver, Sam jumped up, and offered to go.

cherche femme de menage 93200 This is the man, who would have given me a hundred excuses, in five different languages. This is the man, who would have complained bitterly about the heat of Madras. He would have dragged his feet and convinced me that the Food Corporation of India had banned the use of Khus khus in cooking forever, if I was doing the Korma and if I had asked for Khus khus, poppy seeds. He would have asked me why I cannot cook without the Khus khus and he would have asked me if all the women in the world, cooked with Khus Khus . His responses have never really changed, through the years, when I ask him to run errands for me and they are pretty predictable.

binäre optionen deutsche broker Sam went off, smiling to buy his Mother-in-law’s Khus Khus. I lay back and watched in unadulterated glee. It was going to be an entertaining Sunday morning after all. He came back a short while later, with a large brown paper packet in his hand. My Mum was delighted, till she saw the size of the packet she was given. Son-in-law Sam had bought her, 5 kilos of khus khus poppy seeds. He was being helpful, he reckoned the poor dear should never, ever run short of Khus khus. Who would she have to go shopping for her, after we left, he reasoned. so he went the full mile and bought her 5 kgs of Khus Khus to last her a lifetime and beyond. He was sure his Mother-in-law would approve.

iqoption app android My Mum was speechless, for once in her life. She looked at the package and she looked at Sam, hovering expectantly, for a mental pat on the back. She looked down at the package in disbelief and she looked back at Sam in horror. She knew that she could not say a word against her dear son-in-law, who was trying to help. But she had to share her shock. She called out to me to complain and possibly scold me on Sam’s behalf, but I had escaped into the bathroom to giggle and locked the door. So, she went looking for my Dad, who was relaxing on his favourite arm chair , watching TV, waiting for lunch. Iyah , she said, Iyah, just look at this Psalm…. she said, showing him the 5 kg packet of Khus Khus , poppy seeds. She used to pronounce Sam as Psalm, the way they do, in Kerala. I wanted Khus Khus for the Korma, Iyah. 5 gms, 10gms, 50 gms ….would have been fine. He has gone and bought 5 kgs. What am I going to do with 5 kgs of Khus khus ?  She vented for a while and found herself in a monologue, as my Dad was grinning, silently, from ear to ear. My mum was getting all the more irritated, as she could not understand what it was that my father found amusing. Whats so funny , Iyah....she fumed. Muttering under her breath, she went to the kitchen, to find a container, to house the Khus khus.

Khus Khus is not the only thing Sam bought, in large quantities, for his Mother-in-law. He has been known to buy large family packs of anything she wanted, to keep her stocked up and not run short, in the middle of cooking. With time, she learned to tell him the quantities she wanted and there were no repeats of the Khus Khus imbroglio.

Sam never lived down the khus khus episode. Years later, when we went to Bhutan to work, the brilliant Poppy leapt out of the flower beds at Gida Kom Hospital , bobbing in silent laughter.  We both, turned to each at the same time and laughed, remembering another time, another place and 5 kgs of Khus Khus that Sam’s mother-in-law ploughed through.

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