If the first 21 years was one phase where i considered entering the kitchen is such a taboo...the past 3 years has proved to be quite contrary. I remember the days when mom used to literally request, order, shout and again finally request to learn how to cook and there I go saying 'NEVER'. I cannot figure out if that was out of sheer fear of being tabooed as a grown up woman (something too girlish) or the liking of being in a state of denial. Whatever it was, I never budged towards that place. Recollecting those days amuses me- when dad used to request me for a cup of tea or coffee and there I was outrightly denying stating I do not know to prepare one. Am sure he had a tough time dealing with my adolescence. I still don understand how I transformed so drastically to a person whom I never wanted to be ...but still having the same outlook.
Am sure I can positively assert major part of this change to V~. Never thought a boyfriend can have such a positive influence on a person like me. Well getting back :P , so HERE I AM, a person who enjoys cooking to the core :).
