On seedais and satisfaction

Yesterday, I polambyfied about having to cook endlessly for festivals. Today, as Paiyan and Kutty gorged on the seedais and murukkus — all hand prepared by me — I was filled with an immense sense of satisfaction. Feeding Bakasuran and his kid sister is no joke and to actually have the in-laws go “jora irukku” over the bakshanams is no mean feat. So this once-upon-a-time-highly-successful career woman is quite happy sweating it out near the stove.

The next time I say cheap things about cooking, please shove this post under my nose.

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