The only catch about spending so much time with my family back there in Cochin is dealing with the severe mood swings I go through- in the first two weeks, I get so itchy that there's no work to do, and by the time its the last one week I have become so lazy that the thought of going back to Singapore and doing housework makes me just want to sob.
And SOB is what I did when I reached home after a long tiring flight. I must make a mention here of a 50 year old man on the same flight as me, who pounced on a student and an air hostess, making both listen to his long tales of smart investments, real estate deals and huge bank balance mid air. The poor student after listening to everything had just one question to ask- ' Where did you say you worked Sir?' To which the know it all guru replied ' That's a very rude question to ask. That means you weren't listening to anything I said.' Poor student figured that silence was better. To top it all, the guru had the gall to ask the student to take down a bag from the overhead compartment, citing an injured arm as the reason why he couldn't do it himself. While an air hostess offered him some water, he wanted to know if it was spring water and where it was from. When the lady replied that the water was from the springs of Malaysia, he refused to drink it at all!! Once we were all at the immigration counter, he snapped a chance to share his wisdom with the two pilots- one who giggled just spotting him and another smart looking Indian who had a huge smirk of boredom on his face. Once the two joined the rest of the cabin crew, the ladies giggled away to glory- the protocol of having to be nice to passengers means having to listen to long stories as well.
Anyways....back to my saga of opening the fridge at my place and finding it stuffed to the max. The house was in a mess too with my kids toys in the same position that they were in one month back. It struck me. A guy sees a messy place as relatively clean, whereas my discerning eyes can pick up every speck of dust. In spite of being so tired, I got down to doing some basic vacuuming and cleaning. Imagine my horror when hubby tells me he hasn't changed the bedsheets in a month!! I can believe stories of the cave man behavior being predominant in men even now.
Monday's cooking saga being a blot on my otherwise good cooking record; I promised sis that I would make up for it during the week. I was as good as my word. I cooked up a yummy, dripping mozzarella cheese non veg lasagna for my sis ( I swore I wouldn't taste more than a spoon. Am I to blame for the fabulous cuisine the Italians created which makes it very hard for me to keep my word?), banana pancakes( a great way to make use of over ripe bananas), blueberry pancakes this morning with butter and a trifle pudding with my signature blueberry compote. I simply love cooking and feeding people. I miss having my oven which offers greater flexibility to experiment with food.
Today is a Saturday and its raining. Today is a no cooking day and tomorrow is good old appam and chicken stew. More next time...
