Love comes in different forms

 My mother-in law had diabetes and had been advised to eat a lot of karela (bitter gourd). She didn’t want to be the only one eating the not particularly liked vegetable, so had tried a new recipe which she thought might be enticing. The rest of the family didn’t bother to disguise their reaction, and more out of politeness than anything else, I told her it was delicious.

When she thrust a second helping of the bitter vegetable on me, I was starting to regret my act of kindness, but I didn’t know what was in store for me in future. We lived in different cities, and whenever someone she knew was coming from Delhi to Bombay, she would sent a tiffin box of stuffed karela through them for me!

I could have palmed it off to someone else, but I never did. Though I despiced the dish, I cherished it because it was cooked with love.

[I wrote this as a part of the #BlogchatterFoodFest]