I was looking like a roasted duck in the blistering heat at 41 degree C in front of Miss. Picky Pie’s school. Almost lost at the cacophonic chirping of the mothers busy in group-discussions only on one topic- the pressure of the school and study, I snuggled myself at a cozy corner. A mom suddenly popped in front of me with whom I shared eye contact often, keeping me almost on a gun point started to shower endless questions. The questions were ready to dissect my 35 years of journey in a manner to postmortem my life history. When it came to my occupation, I announced, accumulating all my pride that brightened up my face:“I am a Food Blogger”. A vague look in a fraction of moment brushed the Mother’s face and the look screamed at me, that she didn’t know who a food blogger is!! All the pride fumed off in a second. We both exchanged a pale smile. Thankfully the conversation abruptly lined an end. I was both happy and disappointed. Happy that she uttered those magical words that made me to escape from the noxious blabber but disappointed for how come people did not know who a Food Blogger is!! God sarcastically gave a smile and continued the story when another mom overheard our conversation with her radioactive ears and promptly interrupted – “Oh My!! You are a Food Blogger!!” I, for that moment thought like giving the lady a tight hug and press a deep kiss ignoring her stinky sweaty cheeks. But who knew just after that I would wish for snapping the lady. The lady continues: “How lucky you guys are. You visit so many restaurants and eat for free!!” Holy crap!!
A big dispute broke in dessert making. This has become a mundane chore in the Pie household – An argument must barge in on dessert making. Miss Picky Pie, after a meal every day, has an attack of her sweet tooth that drives her crazy to gulp something sweet. My, Food Blogger title often put on ledge then – “Mom you are a Food Blogger right!! Then why don’t I get some homemade desserts every day?”. I will make a pity face with a promise that next day there will be something served after the meal. But that day rarely arrives. Rather I will be seen sitting in front of my desktop staring at the Facebook feeds hours after hours idly wasting the time which I can creatively apply on some constructive work. The hours of meditating work with Facebook will asphyxiate my brain and I will hypnotically roam around like a zombie for an hour or so from this room to that room thinking of what to do. And the end result sums up with no outcome and again the same dispute starts from the scratch. The other day Miss Picky Pie made me to swear by god to take up an “Everyday Baking challenge”. The soul of a Food Blogger jumped with joy and shake hands with Miss Picky pie without wasting any time. Day 1 arrives. Miss Picky Pie chose a chocolate egg base cake. But I wanted to make some eggless oil/butter free cake to skill my excellence in the eggless baking world. Considering the members of the household my little Guinea Pigs I happily keep on stuffing their mouth with my experimented food. And the highly sophisticated and polite Mr. Pie is too good at saying everything that is served to him is nothing but tasty. Miss Picky Pie is sweet and clever. She has learned to remain diplomatic not to speak the bitter truth bluntly rather not saying bad directly she would say – “It is not that bad Mom!!” The above description may give the readers a hunch that I might be a so-called good cook. OH! Behold!! I am actually not. Everybody has a bad cooking day and kitchen disasters, so as I have too sometimes. Miss Picky Pie loves to declare in good spirit in front of everybody, friends etc. that her Mom is the best cook of the world. I suffice my portion of happiness and reward in those words. I feel myself the luckiest Mom of the world. But that doesn’t end up the disputable story after food. It’s better to move on the recipe of the day.