Its time to pang-wangle!

This begins last Saturday , after noon. I am informed by dear hubby that he has invited his collegue’s family for dinner. Great! So what’s the menu. Super confused. Anyways, being a Gujarati we need not worry, the options are as vast as an ocean.Perfectly set menu required me to start organising a day in prior , to see table set for next evening. An impromptu dinner invitation same evening , returned late and tired i dozed off subsequently , i missed doing all the preps required for the dinner on next day eve.

Sunday morning dawns lazily and i find myself baffled and dumbstruck… where do i start ?I am already 12 hours behind to my schedule. Now i start panicking. So ; here i go with first and second stage but everything is helter skelter by now. The lentils not soaked previous night wont promise me to be mellow. The pizza dough is too adamant , wants to stay slippery. Dhoklas won’t show up as were not put to ferment previous day. Khandvi is religiously cool to roll up. So the plan B pops up to make fritters and splash! The batter is in tatters. Plan C …i gasp… d’oh! No plan C. Actually yes! I do have. So Khaman enters like an obedient pet and gives a sign “everything is still in control”. Now the pizza dough obeys too…after a few punches of camouflage… dashes to oven and i am… phewww! Things are working… yay!!!!

The idea here is not to confuse you with alien names of Gujarati recipes( it may be all Greek to my friends who are not Indian or non familiar with traditional Indian cuisines). The whole process starts with all things going wrong step by step… i was a lady disaster for the day. Nonetheless, to save my reputation as a good host i just hop scotched from one dish to another, changing menu to completely different than what was originally planned.And guess what? How did the guest react ? Am sure this thought just enters your mind. Yes! You are right. Bang on! It went great. Every one enjoyed every morsel of every dish that was served by lovingly yours… lol.

All’s well that ends well. After good bye’s and see off’s … finally i breathe. Ahem! Yes ; am still alive. I start from start. The first step went wrong leading me to a series of things all going wrong. But best part was i learnt self- control. I went pang- wangling. It did not stop me nor i gave up. I kept moving on, though initially i panicked but after a while back to normal.

I:

-understood the pattern

-Accepted

-took responsibility of my mistakes

-moved on , correcting for better rather than blaming anyone else or being swallowed up by the moment.

My learning of the day is:

“Just Pang -Wangle” ( to live or go along cheerfully inspite of minor misfortunes:)

-Jimmy