“A Culinary Comedy: Our Family’s Top Three Feasts”

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A Culinary Comedy: Our Family’s Top Three Feasts”

What are your family’s top 3 favorite meals?

“A Culinary Comedy: Our Family’s Top Three Feasts”

Every family has their gastronomic quirks, and ours is no exception. If you ever peeked into our dining room during mealtime, you’d witness a circus of culinary tastes, food politics, and a sprinkle of drama. Here’s a peek into the three meals that reign supreme in our home—and the chaotic hilarity they inspire.

1. The Sunday Curry Carnival

Ah, the smell of chicken curry simmering away is enough to bring every member of the household to the kitchen like moths to a flame. My wife, Agnes, takes charge here. She insists on using the family’s secret blend of spices, which is apparently so secret even the spices themselves seem confused.

Once on the table, the drama unfolds. Akash claims the drumsticks with the precision of an eagle spotting prey, while little Agastya protests with his pint-sized fists, determined to secure his share. Pushpa diplomatically claims she “loves breast meat,” but we all know she’s eyeing the gravy boat for seconds. As for me, I’m just happy to mop up the chaos with a fresh naan.

The unspoken rule? If you snooze, you lose—usually to Agastya.

2. The “Magical” Midweek Rajma Rice

This dish is nothing short of divine, though it has an aftereffect we dare not speak of in polite company. A pot of red kidney beans bubbling away in a tomato-based gravy paired with fluffy steamed rice is Agnes’ ode to Punjabi cuisine, but oh, what havoc it wreaks.

The first ten minutes are pure bliss: bowls scraped clean, compliments flying thick and fast. But as the clock ticks on, the air grows suspiciously… heavier. It’s a silent battle of wills: who will break first and step outside for “fresh air”?

Agastya, of course, finds it all endlessly amusing, giggling uncontrollably while Akash, ever the stoic, blames the dog we don’t even own. If there’s ever been a bonding meal in our house, it’s this one—just not the way you’d imagine.

3. Friday’s Fish Fry Fiasco

Fish fry day is a ritual, almost sacred in our household. However, buying the fish is an adventure of its own. Akash and I take on this mission, armed with enthusiasm but little knowledge. Our most infamous escapade involved a quail instead of a fish, but I digress.

Agnes takes charge of the frying, her apron tied like a warrior’s armour. The sizzling sound of fish hitting the pan is music to our ears, but woe betide anyone who steps into the kitchen uninvited! Pushpa once tried to suggest a healthier, air-fried version, earning her a glare so sharp it could fillet the fish.

The table scene is one of battle. It’s every man, woman, and toddler for themselves. Agastya wields his spoon like a gladiator, and Akash has developed the art of sneakily snagging extra pieces. Agnes, of course, declares she’s “not hungry” until the last piece is left. Then, miraculously, her appetite returns.

Food Fights and Family Fun

Our family’s meals are more than just food; they’re a stage for our quirks, laughter, and occasional passive-aggressive spice wars. These dishes are the glue that holds us together—and sometimes the fire that fuels us (literally, in the case of rajma rice).

So, if you ever visit, know this: bring an appetite, a sense of humour, and maybe a gas mask. Bon appetite.