Chopping beetroot is a tricky business. By the time I was done with two, the kitchen looked like a gory scene from Games of Thrones. My husband was flexing his muscles and lifting dumbbells when he saw me struggling with the beetroot.
"Arey that's not how you peel them. Move the knife away from your body." He placed his dumbbells down, took the knife from me and like a glorious participant of Masterchef, showed me how to do it.
It was at that time did it strike me that I have always been surrounded by men who are extremely good cooks and are not scared of getting down and dirty with potatoes and cauliflowers. My dad's khichdi is world famous and Bro can dish out a super yummy Pork curry.
I remember telling my mother-in-law once, that I didn't know how to cook a particular vegetable, to which she replied,"Just ask your hubby, he knows how to cook that." Yeah, she's pretty cool :). In fact, for the grand lunch, a day after our wedding, my husband jumped into the kitchen and prepared a delicious brinjal curry, while his Bhabi's and Mausi's took care of other items.
Kitchen was never a women-only place in my household. During festive seasons when the influx of visitors increase, I have washed utensils with Dad till 2 am in the morning, chatting, gossiping and discussing my future. Mom, though tired, would often pop in between, maybe out of guilt, but we would shove her back into the bed.
The border that society had marked in the kitchen is changing in most homes, where the husband understands and embraces this change, that the task of hosting a party is not the sole responsibility of women. Or if a friend drops in, the husband easily dons the role of Chai-Maker.