My sons and daughter in law have decided that I am incapable of looking after myself. It doesnt help matters that I love to cook – exotic stuff, if I repeatedly do dal+ghia+roti, I sleep walk through the cooking process, and the food is forgettable. Blech! Even I wouldnt eat what I dish out!
Any how – Kid#1 has decided I am a LIABILITY. He has started checking out elderly ladies, you know the ones bent over with osteoporosis, or walking with the help of walkers and pointing them out to me. Such a darn waste! At his age he should be checking out PYTs. Youth these days ….
He tells me that I am going to turn out to be like them, if he does not take matters into his hands. Hence I am surrounded by the DINING TABLE MAFIA. Every one at home (the two legged variety) are a part of it. Our live-in help is quizzed about what I had for breakfast, what I took in my lunch box …. at dinner they scrutinize my plate and stop me from taking seconds.
I love dal chawal, rajmah, kadhi, aloo tarkari, koftas, palak paneer. And of course my much maligned aloo gobhi which they threaten they will stop letting me cook. Food is manna …. and the mafia is rationing it out to me in miniscule portions.
DIL has ruled that every time I drink tea after 8 pm, and every time I eat the dal chawal with my fingers I am fined Rs.100
There ought to be a law against grown sons and daughters trying to take controls out of your hands.
On one hand I feel immense joy and pride at such loving concern
On the other, I wanna kill them
They hid all the chocolate and put protein bars in the chocolate box in the fridge!