You know the value of home cooked food, if you had been out of home at least for a month. And for a person who had been out of home for nearly ten years, you can judge the value of home cooked food.
So, instances, or situations where you get a little of that home cooked food, or the love associated with it, leaves you overwhelmed with joy. One such situation arose, recently, when I dined with my husband in a chinese restaurent in Bangalore. We had been to attend the CA award giving ceremony in Bangalore palace. I got so hungry around 7 o clock, and since dinner would not be served before 9, we decided to have dinner some where outside. We took an auto to M.G. Road metro around 8.00 P.M. Took the metro to indira nagar. I was so hungry, that if I dint have something immedietly, I felt I would faint. Very next to Indira nagar metro, we saw a decent looking chinese restaurent, and we rushed in. We ordered veg manchow soup and asked the bearer to get it immedietly, while we decide on the remaining menu. The soup was good, decent. Only after having the soup, I felt my energy returning. We ordered a veg schezwan fried rice, paneer manchurian for myself and some chicken dry item and chicken momos for my husband. I finished the paneer manchurian first and my husband had the momos first. My husband was very much satisfied with the taste of the momos and said they tasted heavenly. He liked the chilly ginger chutney served along with it too, Then, we were served the fried rice. It was authentic and good. But I had had better schezwan fried rice in Chennai- in Mainland china. The service was good. The bearer was prompt in refilling the water and waited upon us to see to our next order.Since, I already had the paneer manchurian, I was feeling full. I ate the fried rice with difficulty. My husband also felt the same, as he had momos and chicken. There was some rice still left in the bowl. Since, we felt we could eact no more, we left it and asked for the bill. The bearer, started serving the remaining rice to me. I said no, leave it. Surprisingly, just as a mother does, he coaxed and cajoled me, saying - " Just one more spoon madam, you can eat it..just one more''. So saying, he put , one spoon rice on my spoon and made me have it. He did the same to my husband, and and by doing that he emptied the bowl. I was so surprised with his behaviour, and did not want to hurt such a sweet smiling face, that, I had the food. I felt happy too. I was reminded of how my mother used to make me and my brothers have food coaxing in for each morsel.
