I was making sambar this morning and while crushing the tamarind, some juice squeezed through my fingers and fell on my dress. Sigh…sily girl…I told myself. Since it was an old night-wear, it was ok, I felt. What if it had been a new sari ?? I surely will feel worse. But that was the person I used to be. Do you call it training from the cradle?? Oh yeah…maybe!
Amma never told this and that…do or not do…there was always a way to do and that was Amma’s way of doing things – which broadly classified as being a perfectionist, keeping things clean and orderly, washing your own clothes, the craziness to fold the clothes so neat that it looks ironed, pressing saris under the bed and many more such OCD kind of things. Don’t get me wrong – no blame game on Amma here 😉 She was very cool doing such stuff. She lived and showed by example that we absorbed this craziness just by observing what she’s doing. And I didn’t even know I had it in me till I single-handedly ran my own household.
Amma had this amazing capability of cooking a feast on Diwali days wearing a brand new pattu sari and not even a drop of water will splash on her sari – she’s so efficient in spite of the great multitasking she does.
Why? My patti used to wear 9 yard sari and she’ll wear it again and again till she got it perfect – that perfect pleats, the perfect length for the pallu- everything has to in perfect order. She used to make this amazing appalams, vadams – the taste so consistent in batch after batch which cannot be achieved had she not been a stickler for perfection !
I try to wear a sari and cook like Amma – without spilling even water on me – am still trying !
I try to wear that perfect 9-yard like Patti – still trying for that perfection !
Sigh…the sari stories 🙂