If we have to name one thing which we all cherish forever then it has to be the memories of our childhood. In the race of being better every day, I sometimes miss the carefree days and innocent dreams. There are tons of stories that often brings a smile on my face and lifts up my mood instantly. Today, I will be sharing one such memory and hope it brings a smile on your face too.
Salad has always been a part of meals since childhood, all thanks to our mom who absolutely loves all kinds of salads. ?
I have a love-hate relationship with salads, I don’t enjoy experimenting with my taste buds. Trying new flavors, the different taste is a challenging task for me and I often stick to the flavors that I enjoy. Unlike my mother who absolutely loves all kind of salads on this planet, I guess. The woman is obsessed with fruits and salads. I have never seen her put on extra weight and boy, she can rock any saree in the world like a pro, sorry, deviating from the topic ?
As the opposite attracts my dad cannot eat a salad with a happy face ? and then us, the children, a mix of habits of both the parents. Grocery hopping was dad’s favorite household chore that he thoroughly enjoyed. He was someone who would suggest what can be made for dinner while eating breakfast. Green vegetables were love but beetroot was not something that he relished eating.
As I recall, Beetroot salad was a constant part of our afternoon meals, and dividing it equally in a same-size bowl was also a mandate ?. We are four siblings and of course, all had tantrums when it comes to food. However, tantrums were not limited to us only, as much as maa loved beetroot salad, dad couldn’t bear the taste of it.
One fine afternoon, my dad announced that he won’t eat the salad and took the bowl out of his meal plate. ? Looking at him my elder sister who had a grudge against dal (instead of eating rice with dal she would prefer it with sabji) on her plate followed the same process. Now it was a war between these two our parents weren’t the “I said so” kinds for some matter at least ??.
Maa looked at both of them and said to papa, well if I can’t force you to finish your salad I definitely cannot force her to finish her dal. I saw the look on my dad’s face, I think he regretted being an adult or at least a parent for a microsecond there ?
Poor guy picked up the bowl and finished it and never said anything ever about salad. Well, Didi followed the steps and finished her meal too.?❣️
Parenting done right, I guess ?
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