Finding Something To Do
Finding Something To Do
“Boring! Boring! Boring! Everything is boring Mummy. There is nothing left to do”. I had reached the end of myself. Everything I wanted to do I had done and everything my mom wanted me to do did not appeal to me. I had run out of ideas. It was only a few months ago I remember sitting with every other student of class 12 writing a board exam. With every other answer, I wrote came an idea which I thought was quite splendid. I had a mental list written of everything I would do during the summer. Now where was that long list of to do’s? The problem I figured was not that I did not have anything to do but rather that I got a lot more days of vacation than I bargained for. I had finished everything I wanted to do but I still had a lot of days left. The Covid Lock down showed me how it would be if we had all play and no work.
My exams had ended abruptly. I had way too much free time on me. I could do everything and anything I had put a full stop on for so long. The first few days went alright, little bit painting here a little bit of cleaning there but sooner or later my mom found my eyes glued to the thing she hates the most-my phone. If only there was a way to describe the age-old grudge between my mother and my phone. “At least do something useful you’ll regret this later on” were the wise words that came from her mouth to get me away from the screen for a few hours. I cannot say it convinced me immediately but a few days later I finally found something to do………. cooking and baking.
I cannot say yet whether it is my passion or just the sheer joy of getting something tasty to eat at the end of it all. But oh, how I baked and cooked! Pasta from scratch, chocolate cups, idli bombs, pizza flavored dosa, cake, and biscuits. I went on and on watching food videos and trying to replicate the tasty masterpieces. I used to be forbidden from entering the kitchen because of the board exams. My dad believed if I went into the kitchen it meant I was wasting a half day of studying along with having the kitchen look like a hurricane wrecked the place. So, when I finally rediscovered my love for cooking it was truly a “Who let the dogs out?” moment. But it was never without failures of course.
One such catastrophe was an attempt to make garlic bread. The recipe called for 1/4th cup of pepper which to any experienced person would seem absurd. But me being a newbie went ahead and dumped the cup of pepper on the dough. The disappointed look on my face was apparent when I saw the dough in the video was white and mine was black. I was confused as to what had just happened when I saw in the description box a statement dissolving my confusion into irritation “Sorry for the typo it’s 1/4th teaspoon not 1/4th cup”. And so, I ended up with a bitter and spicy garlic bread or should I say pepper bread?
There were many such mishaps, but it never discouraged me from cooking or baking instead now I make breakfast or at least one meal of the day for my family. I can also tell you confidently my mom is proud of me, but I am still trying to convince her that if it were not for my phone, I would never get these good recipes. Many things changed for me during this lock down but some things like changing your mom’s impression of your phone- that remains.