Accepting dad's breakfast (Monday Muse)
Many years back, there was a time when my mom was transferred out of Mumbai and my dad was in-charge of the kitchen. We ate routine breakfast on weekday’s. Mom was home on the weekends to cook us something special or non-routine. If mom couldn't come on weekend, then it was troublesome for dad because he had to cook us something interesting now. One such weekend - I told him that I wanted to eat Uttapama since we had the batter. He made me one with chunks of raw tomato and on