Appa, who was watching the barely tolerable Barkha Dutt taking viewers through her Libya rounds, intelligently observed that even Libya, with and despite Qaddafi has ultra deluxe roads (of what he saw in the TV coverage). Its a pity that our country still has such poor infrastructure.
Vyas in response: Appa, be happy that you have the freedom to sit at home and watch TV happily.
Butter naan and paneer butter masala has been Vyas’s fav food for the last 3.5 yrs.
Vyas: Amma, please make butter naan and paneer butter masala (PBM) for dinner! Please, please, please..
He offered to cook PBM. The PBM mix from KNOR is quite a hit with him and so he did not have to endure the grinding, frying bit. He opted to cook in the electric Maestro stove. The chef tossed some cooking butter into the vessel, added the knor mix and let it boil for 10 mins. He chopped paneer and added it along with shelled peas to the boiling mix and let it cook for another 10 mins. Did all the right actions of stirring, ‘nosing’ around for the right aroma, doing aahaa, oohoo et al. Topped it up with processed cheese before serving.
“Amma, cooking takes great effort. I truly admire (and i wait for him to give me and the patti our due.. )” all the chefs of the world..
Shameless amma that I am, i ask, “So, what about amma and patti?!” “Of course you both are great!” he says, for the sake of it! Sigh!!
The naans turned out great (self-dabba i know..) and this time, the sonny declared that his mamma makes the bestest of butter-naans..
And amma must admit that the PBM was yummy!
Vyas and the appa had their day out at Chepauk to watch South Africa and England play.
Half way into the match:
Appa: The match is so boring da. Shall we go home?
Vyas: Wait paa. Learn to enjoy…
Appa (stumped!): Are you not feeling bored?
Vyas: The match no doubt is boring. But just imagine this. If we were at home right now, amma would pester me to study for the test tomorrow. And you’d be entrusted with most duties of taking care of Varun. Which is better?
Turns out the parallel world was one of tyranny and their current one at Chepauk stadium promised eternal bliss!
The duo brought back the score pamphlets and other props (what do you call them?) used in the stadium.
The Vs were watching with much ire, India’s match in the evening, convinced that our team has in it to turn every no-match to a hard contest. Somewhere in between kutti Varun lifted a ‘4’ and ‘6’ poster had cheered with gusto- saying Chicharru (sixer)! We acknowledged his sound knowledge in cricket enthused by which, he again lifed up the sheets and cheered again. This time he said GOAL!!
Good news: My little boy knows more than one sport!