Crispy Curiosity: A Kitchen Tale of a Non-Cook Mom

I never imagined myself in a kitchen apron, armed with a spatula like it’s a sword and a recipe like it’s a scroll of ancient secrets. But lately, something curious has been happening. Around 4 p.m., when the house starts preparing to welcome tired, hungry kids, my brain starts whispering, “Let’s fry something… maybe not the house.”

See, I’m not a born chef. I once mistook cornflour for sugar and added it to a smoothie. That day, my kids sipped betrayal in a glass. My daughter said, “Mom, is this a new detox drink?” I smiled and whispered to myself, “Well, it does cleanse… your expectations.”

But motherhood changes everything. It turns “I can’t” into “Let’s at least try before YouTube crashes.”
Now, I dream of making paneer pops, corn cheese balls that actually stay round, or masala toast that doesn’t scream “Help!” from the toaster.

YouTube chefs have become my gurus, Google is my sous-chef, and the air fryer—my new best friend. My chopping is still more abstract art than culinary skill, but my enthusiasm is Michelin star-worthy.

The best moment? When the kids come home, throw their bags, and ask, “What’s the surprise today, Mom?” That’s my standing ovation.

“A snack a day may not keep the doctor away,” I remind myself, “but it surely keeps the frowns at bay.”

My kitchen may look like a mini war zone, but my heart feels like a warm bakery—messy, fragrant, and full of love.

Thought to Ponder:

You don’t have to be a masterchef to serve happiness. Sometimes, the best recipes are made of mistakes, memories, and lots of love. 💛🍴✨