Rajuchayan is a food critic. He loves a good dish and is quick to diss almost anything he tastes. He's a curious foodie - he loves most of what is laid out in front of him; just that he always has suggestions on how to improve them. He doesn't cook anything himself, but has his knives sharpened while letting the cook know how a dish could be better.
Thankammama, his wife, is the object of most of his critical banter. After 5 decades together, she's put together her own artillery against his ammunition.
This was an encounter over breakfast.
"What's lined up this Sunday, for breakfast?", he asked, rubbing his hands in anticipation.
"There's toast, there's jam and butter, and there're pancakes and honey if you feel like it", her voice floated across the kitchen counter.
There was a visible cringe when he heard that.
"What's not to like?". A familiar irritation was creeping in.
"Honey's not something I look forward to anymore", he replied, "ever since I saw this forward on Whatsapp about how bees makes honey".
"When a honeybee returns to the hive, it passes the nectar to another bee by regurgitating the liquid into the other bee's mouth. This regurgitation process is repeated until the partially digested nectar is deposited in the honeycomb. So honey really is regurgitated sputum", he held forth. "I feel icky at the thought of consuming something that comes out of a creature's mouth", he shuddered.
"How about an omelette, then?" , she shot back.
I think he's mended fences with bees since then.
The irresistible had met the immovable.
Thankammama, his wife, is the object of most of his critical banter. After 5 decades together, she's put together her own artillery against his ammunition.
This was an encounter over breakfast.
"What's lined up this Sunday, for breakfast?", he asked, rubbing his hands in anticipation."There's toast, there's jam and butter, and there're pancakes and honey if you feel like it", her voice floated across the kitchen counter.
There was a visible cringe when he heard that.
"What's not to like?". A familiar irritation was creeping in.
"Honey's not something I look forward to anymore", he replied, "ever since I saw this forward on Whatsapp about how bees makes honey".
"What about how they make honey?" she asked, indignant.
"When a honeybee returns to the hive, it passes the nectar to another bee by regurgitating the liquid into the other bee's mouth. This regurgitation process is repeated until the partially digested nectar is deposited in the honeycomb. So honey really is regurgitated sputum", he held forth. "I feel icky at the thought of consuming something that comes out of a creature's mouth", he shuddered.
"How about an omelette, then?" , she shot back.
I think he's mended fences with bees since then.
The irresistible had met the immovable.
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