So on Saturday night Vimal came into the kitchen while I was making dinner. I was making ham and cheese pockets and had two cookbooks because I was also making caramel sticky buns for Easter morning. Vimal saw that I had cookbooks out and in a rather shocked voice said "Ma'am! You are cooking from books?" I said "yep!" He says "You are not knowing cooking without books?" I said "No, I use books" Then I showed him my rather vast collection of cookbooks...this was a mistake...but I didn't know it. He was very disapproving and asked why my mother had not taught me how to cook. I told him she was busy when I was young...I still wasn't seeing where this was all going. He then insisted that I go and get Miriam to show her how to cook. I was like "no way! She's playing right now." Then he quietly asked if "Sir" knew that I couldn't cook before I married him. I said "well, he sure knew after he married me!" I laughed at this...he didn't. He then told me about how his sisters know how to make hundreds of dished and his mom "taught them right, all the time". I started to see the wheels turning at this point...he was thinking to himself: one more reason to NEVER have a "love marriage". I laughingly told Wes (The Sir) that night before bed and he clued me into what was going on during my little exchange with Vimal. When a marriage is being arranged, one of the things that comes up is how many dishes a girl can make. Then after the marriage, the new bride takes over the kitchen and begins making all her dishes, to see if she was telling the truth. It's one of the things that makes a girl more or less marriage-able. Who knew? So now, Wes and I have lost even more respect...if that's possible after the whole "love marriage" discussion we had a few months back.
