sweet nothings...

I have a sweet tooth. And back as a kid, the one thing I just loved doing is, taste a sweet when it was still in the production stage. Errr...I mean when my mom was still stirring that pan, with the intoxicating aroma of ghee, cashew and God knows what else, wafting through the whole house and finally reaching my bedroom. For instance, whenever a cake was baked in the house, I was the official licker of that heavenly concoction of egg, butter and sweet baking powder off the vessel. And hell knew no wrath like mine if somebody else would get to it before I did (mostly it used to be my sister). And in other cases, I was the official scraper. Nothing more fulfilling than scraping the last bits of a dish from the bottom. Yummy! These days, when wifey dearest makes a sweet dish, she makes sure I taste it while in production. You see, she is a great cook (and no, that's not why I married her. We fell in love even before I knew her name) :) and loves to cook. She says, it feels great to cook for someone who loves food. As the cliche goes, 'the way to a man's heart..' and all that; and what's the way to a woman's heart? There's no map there. You just start the trek and be lucky if you reach the destination.