Trying on my wedding sari proved to be very difficult, there just did not seem to be enough fabric to cover my new body ( pictures to follow). But the experience did not render itself completely awful, there was one huge positive, my husband has joined the battle. He watched me wrestle a rich red sequined opponent and lose. So he decided to join the fight by committing to eat every revised Indian dish I cooked. I have to admit that I did have an ulterior plan when I handed him the camera and asked him to follow me into the basement.
My husband also has put on some weight since our nuptials. In our dark basement, out came his Salwaar and Kameez and a lot of shock. How did this happen? cried my poor little Shahrukh Khan. I guess as the years go by fashion changes and you buy new clothes in slightly bigger sizes each time, not realizing how tight your old clothes have become. Then suddenly you are in the basement with your wife participating in another one of her shenanigans and you find yourself facing your big fat self. Yes, there are little warning signs along the way that you choose to ignore, like all your aunties telling you how mota you are, but really when are you going to put on your wedding Salwaar Kameez and rock out? For us, it was last night.
So I took his measurements as well as some pics, and with a big sigh of relief that I don’t have to cook separate meals, began to work on my first recipe. Channa Masala.