I have been watching a lot of the cooking network lately.

I love how the camera gets right into the food, and the new cooks are all messy and boisterous. As if to say that by making a bit of a mess the food will taste more delicious.

Last night, making my broccoli salad, my alter ego inspired by Jamie Oliver came out. I began to chop up the broccoli and onions and threw it into the bowl with all the pizzazz my hands could muster. I scurried around the kitchen grabbing ingredients (ok so besides the onion all that went into it is salt, pepper and coleslaw dressing) and tossing them in. Yelling to my make believe audience, “Oh look at those colors, Look at those flavors.” I grabbed my pepper grinder and began to grind in the pepper, ‘ohhing and ahhing’ along the way.

Then I began to toss it all up, just like Jamie does, bare hands, a few pieces falling out of the bowl and unto the kitchen top. Until my mother came by and smacked me across the head, reminding me that in real life Indian people don’t waste anything….as she put it, “Listen here, your not a gora, so wash those extra pieces and put it back in, we have two big hogs to feed.”