Today was quite a busy day, but any time I got stressed or worried, I reminded myself that my in-laws would be waiting at my house when I got home with a hot, homemade Indian dinner. They live in the suburbs, so usually my husband and I go to see them. Our visits dwindled over the summer though. Any time I was not working, I was usually resting. My husband went to see them without me a few times when I was not feeling up to it, but I hadn’t seen them since mid July.
So when my husband got a call from his mother asking if they could come see us in the city, and could they bring us dinner, I told him, “say YES immediately.” I have missed out on a lot of things and going to see them is definitely one of them. And my mother-in-law’s cooking is amazing! Anyone who has tasted her food knows this is true. She is more than happy to give cooking lessons, but no chicken turns out so tender, no sauce so creamy, as hers.
She prepared everything at home, transported it to the city and then heated things up in our meager kitchen. It was ready to go when I got home from work, shortly after 9pm. (That’s the other part, it was late). Even so, we sat down to a delicious meal of chicken curry, rice, cabbage curry, and samosas. We reminisced about our wedding trip to Mexico, teased my husband’s cousin about all the studying she does (she is in the country looking to get in to a medical residency program) and looked at old pictures. They made it easier for me by bringing everything in to Chicago and, for that, I am so grateful.
My only regret is that I was so hungry when I got home that I did not even think to take a picture of the delicious food! You’ll just have to imagine…