V aunty is one of the sweetest Indian aunties I have met.
She got married 35 years back while they both were volunteering among impoverished youth. Uncle is an American and after their wedding, they both migrated to America.
A friend introduced us at church. I loved her funny disposition and outspoken way. I met her a few times after this and enjoyed spending time with her. She always had a smile on her bubbly face.
One day she invited us (6 Indian couples) to her home for lunch. Two days before the party, she called to inform us that the party might get cancelled as she might not be able to cook. (she had some important work one day before the party).
However she said that she wants to still host the party if we make it into a potluck.
Wow! What a great opportunity to show off my cooking skills. So I asked her to decide the item list and she called back after discussing with others and I was given the task to cook 3 items.
I made a meticulous grocery list, rushed to safeway and started cooking. Then I nagged DH that we needed bigger serving bowls (meaning more expensive and classier looking ones). :mrgreen:
By now DH knows that disagreeing with wife is injurious to health. So he dragged his feet. But he did come.
All the dishes were packed, Dh was forced to put on ‘party wear’….. No shorts and those faded t-shirts please. We left home quite early as it was going to be a 2 hour drive to her place.
It is better to start early before sleepy DH realizes that he is missing his sweet Saturday. :twisted:
There was no parking in that street. So we had to park far away and then carry the hot hot stuff all the way to her house.
Dh complained that I should have listened to him and got down outside her house with the food while he went to park the car instead of making him carry these “thee chatis” (Fire bowls ).
I had wanted to make an ‘entrance’ as a couple.
I had expected just my Indian friends but all I could see were American faces.
V aunty introduced them as her husband’s family. After meetings and greetings, I finally spotted my friends in the kitchen busy plating food.
One of them informed me that it was V aunty’s husband’s birthday. I was cross because had I known, I would have brought a nice gift.
The party was a success and we were elated that we could help v aunty host this party in spite of her unexpected obligation at work. We said our good byes and left happily.
She praised our cooking skills and was very apologetic and promised to host us shortly.
Couple of months later, she called us for lunch. But since we did not want to make her cook for all of us (after all she is our mother’s age), I strictly told her that it should be a potluck. And she graciously agreed.
We showed up and again found out that it was her daughter’s birthday and many of her friends had showed up.
A few more ‘potlucks’ later, we finally figured out that we were not invited as guests but as ‘caterers’.
Her guests will be praising her for the food (she will gracefully take credit) and we will be in the kitchen like waiters serving her guests.
Finally it dawned on us that she had pulled a fast one on us.
We even catered her old mil’s bday party. She hated her mil to the core but when she had a few naive gals to cook for her, why not make use of that opportunity to earn a few brownie points with the old hag as she lovingly addressed her mil?
So nowadays when I get invited to a potluck, wicked DH starts laughing and asks me how my catering business is faring. :twisted:
He claims it is a fair punishment for making him carry those ‘thee chatis’ (Fire bowls) a few times. ;-)
I am reminded of a scene where Comedian vadivelu gets beaten up by some goons. When his assistant asks him why he never resisted, full of anguish, with tears rolling down, he replies in all sincerity… (“ennai nallavanu sollitangal”) meaning “They said that I am a good man because I bore all the beating without opening my mouth. So I continued to bear everything silently.”
Now DH is mocking me that if someone praises me and my friends a little bit, we will cater their birthday party for free. Urgh!