I prepared the dish you shared me a recipe of. My friends and family says it is savory, sweet with bit of tanginess and a kick of spiciness at the end. They were asking me for the recipe and I hesitated. You didn’t hesitate when I asked you for the recipe. I told them it tasted better when you cooked it. Since I tasted the dish you prepared, I knew it for sure that yours tasted better. Did you leave out an ingredient or two while sharing the recipe? Or was I imaging and dreaming over your dish to taste it better? Yes, I was building our homes and family over your single dish that you cooked for us in our long time together. I thought it was unusual, you cooked that day.
I remember the dish you prepared for that day, actually it is hard to forget. With just one mouthful scoop of the dish, it tempted me to ask you for the recipe. I wanted to describe the dish at length, but since I am not good with words I left it to “WOW”. I was at the doorstep, unable to subside the burning urge to ask you for the recipe. Instead of saying bye at the doorstep, I blurted “Would you share the recipe with me?” With your crooked smile and a nod, you gave me the recipe. Without a hint of hesitation you gave away your favorite dish’s recipe. I felt special that day.
I couldn’t prepare you the dish you gave me the recipe of.
P.S: Was inspired from a dish cooked by a friend today.
Wandering Thoughts 