Mouth watering (sticking) Cookies...!!

After finishing my daily routine, I was going through a "Ladies special" magazine. One dish attracted me very much, the” Lemonade cookies". Immediately, I wanted to try that. Before that, let us go through a flashback, my hubby used to tease me like this "Six months you have been doing IL, but what is the use you cannot even come half way through like Smt. Chitra madam's popularity, fame and the attraction.” I adore Chitra, but these remarks of my DH provoked a little anger in me.
Now the lady luck smiled at me and to prove myself, I saw a chance through this recipe. I made a decision, yeah! Let me try this cookie, post it, in a step by step manner in IL, so that I can become like her at least to some extent.
I ran (like a teenage girl) and told him my decision. My DH's immediate reaction was "Oh no" (he recollected the walking incident) and bluntly refused. After much coaxing, he agreed to get the things necessary. He asked me to give the list. I prepared a long list (perhaps longest ever…) and gave him.
He went through the list and in wonder he asked me "What the hell? Why do you need new aprons?" I too began to shout, "See, you want me to become like chitvish ma’am, I have to take photos step by step". Then my DH added, "For taking the photos of the new dish, why do YOU need new apron?” I replied, "I want to look professional and could share the pictures with my DD and DS, me cooking the dish and hence I need that”. Now, grinning his teeth (false teeth only!! :hiya), he went to get those things for me.
In the meantime, as usual I started doing my IL, imagining so many queries and feedbacks asking about the dish. Just then my DH entered with all the things, me busy doing my IL, I asked him to keep the flour in the kitchen, after one hour I got up from seat and proceeded to my reign (kitchen.)
Before that I wore my new apron, applied a light makeup and entered the kitchen. Imagining myself as desi Rachel Ray, I poured all the ingredients in a tawa. So large the quantity was, I thought it could not be put in a Microwave at one go. So I decided to divide it into three parts and put it in the Microwave in a very stylish way.
Ten minutes gone..., I smelt something burning and to my horror saw something black inside the Microwave. Alas, what happened to my Microwave? The coil was burning, and with a loud shriek :eekI switched off the Microwave. My DH, amidst his nice afternoon nap, came running :spin ,"What happened to the oven. So you have done it again." I told......."BAH, BAH....” and was not in a mood to hear or fight. Without a word to him, I poured the remaining portions in Kadai. My silence provoked him and shouted, “Stop doing", he showed his anger now. I was sincerely stirring the ingredients. It was slowly getting into a halwa consistency. But, Alas!!!! Within a second all became a thick mass. I poured some water. But, water was standing separately, like a new DIL, in MIL'S house. Adding more and more water became worse. Top of it, the ladle refused to come out of the mass. I kept trying it but in vain. Now my man, the one and only DH came to my rescue. But the ladle was in so love of it that it never wanted to come out of the kadai.
I immediately put it in a bag and took it to the welding shop. He demanded Rs.200. Thinking of the sentimental value I have with the kadai, I agreed to pay. He used hammer, all sorts of other tools, not an inch the ladle budged, in a very casual way he said, “Only by welding it can be done, but for that you have to pay extra money". What to do now and I were in a fix, “To give or not to give”, (like the similar quote from Hamlet, ‘To be or not to be’) but the work should be done. After some bargain, I gave him Rs. 300, and with the broken heart, dreams, kadai, and at last with the ladle I returned home.
As soon as I entered home, my DIL asked me," Did you see the starch powder packet which I had kept it in the kitchen near the stove? It was a big packet, because so many dress to be starched." Again small flash back here: When I was about to enter the kitchen my DH warned me to wear my specs. I brushed aside that wearing specs makes me look aged. Oh!!" Now I realized where did it go wrong?"

With these thoughts I realized and started to cry out loud thinking of my Kadai and the happenings, seeing me shouting my DIL took two steps behind looking perplexed (poor she does not know what really happened). Also I have again given a chance for my DH to pull my leg for six more months. So my theory to eat delicious cookies is, wait I can hear all ILs shouting, " If this lady comes with another theory we will Rantbefore that I am :hide:
So friends, we will meet soon, if you permit me to produce more theories!! Till then bye!!!!!
With love
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dear Priya, thank you for your lovely, motivating, encouraging ( what more to add)feed back. I am really in cloud nine by your compliment, that too whole-heartedly
dear, thank you very much.
with love
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dear supriya,
thank you for your lovely and nicefb. we become addicted to IL because of friends like you and the recognition it gives. very happy that you enjoyed the post.Ready for vadam prepararion with new apron. nan ready. neeready a photo edukka.thank you.
with love
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dear Arunarc,
thank you for your lovely post. you have clearly caught my point. in sharing things like this you will not do the mistakes, i did, and secondly take everything in the positive way. you got it. i am happy that i brought smile.
with love
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dear viji,
thank you for your lovely fb. what a coincidence, after finishing the fb to your post, i came to my postand i saw yourfb. you can see me in apron when you come to madras and with cookies also!!!sharing my experience in ILgives me pleasure that is why i shared with you all.
with love
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