I know each one of you are going to laugh your lungs out reading this post. The first disastrous dish I prepared for my FIL & hubby. When I read the event hosted by Rafeeda I though it was the perfect time for me to post this. Thank you Rafeeda.
Sambar is one of the very most important and simple curry which is prepared in any South Indian house. Goes very well with rice, idli, dosa, vada the list is never ending.
I was out from college and the next day I picked up a job, so helping mom with household work was my job, never ventured into the kitchen for cooking as mom never wanted us to do it.
I was 23 when I got married, after few days my FIL said why don’t you make sambar for lunch. First entry to the kitchen as so many days my FIL cooked for us as I was not lucky enough to see my MIL as she was not alive. My FIL at his 70’s was pretty good in cooking. I could not say NO to him and I thought it was a very simple task to make the sambar, with little bit of doubts I wanted to call and ask mom but no phone and no mobile, no internet also those days. All I remembered was seeing the plate in which mom gave the masala to grind at home, so I remembered all the ingredients although not perfectly the right proportions.
I planned to make sambar with drumstick and ladies finger. I fried all the masala and kept aside to let it cool so that I could grind to a fine paste.
On the other side I cut the drumstick and started to boil, put the fried ladies finger and cooked with salt. Then added the masala at this time I realized the sambar is still watery. Then I realized that I had forgotten to put the tur dal, just took a bit of the daal, washed it well and put it into the sambar. Now the sambar is boiling on and on, wondering why the daal is not getting cooked and instead the sambar was becoming thick, so all I did as to add water and again boil, you know what had happened the drumsticks and ladies finger got over cooked and mashed and invisible of the vegetables except the thread like sticks of the drumstick, in between the daal uncooked worrying me. Finally it was time for lunch now no more time to cook. So I just put the tadka and set it on the table for lunch.
My FIL comes to the table and starts his lunch at that time he just put the sambar on rice all he saw was sticks and mashed ladies finger and sambar so gooey and finally the great daal uncooked. All he said was to me you don’t know cooking right. That’s all, poor thing ate a bit of rice with great difficulty.