Kitchen and me are enemies, sorry. The first ever dish I made was Upma, and I added ton of salt, no one in my family had
( ) it but my dad had it all and he didn't even tell it is salty, he was just so happy that his daughter made with so much of love. When I tasted it, I realised that there was more salt than sooji, I still do not know how my dad had it, I feel so sorry but this moment is so etched to my heart. I love my dad, beyond what love says what it is.
So for the health reasons, I am asked not to enter kitchen, but I love cooking though, cooking doesn't love me.