A story told to us by Katie Irani, Feb 2000.
When we were traveling on the Blue Bus with Meher Baba in 1939 and
we happened to stay longer in one place than usual, Baba one morning,
called Manu (Eruch's sister) and myself and told us that we were to cook
for all, starting the next day. I said "Yes Baba," and in my heart of
hearts I was thinking, "I have never been in the kitchen before, what will
I cook?" But Manu being there, I thought I would rely on her. But she
herself was also wondering how to cook for 30 people?! Well, the next
morning we started cooking and of course the rice became a little pudding
and the dal was watery so we were scared how to present it at the table.
Anyway, the next day we put a little less water and the rice remained
half-raw. This went on for a couple of days, experimenting, trying to
bring it to the right consistency. Then Baba one day called us both and
said, "Can't you both cook a little better? Everybody is complaining. " I
replied, "I'm sorry Baba, we're doing our very best and I shall try to cook
a little better." So this was the beginning of my cooking -- the hard way.
But now because of Baba's guidance and patience I have learned to cook
during all these years.
I like to be creative in my cooking and always the
first ingredient that I put in is "Jai Baba!" and leave it to Baba to take
care, and it always turns out well.
Katie
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