:: Keep trying...don't give up! :: - My life. In focus.

   I cant make Roti! I mean what kind of Indian woman am I if I can't do that? It's enough to send shivers down the spine of my indian counterparts back at the motha land! I can hear the audible gasp of disdain at my lack of cultural grasp now. This is the kind of sensitive information I should hide away and never reveal. If this was an entrance exam into marriage, and my mother-in-law was the proctor, this is a test I must at least meet minumum competenancy on!    

   I wondered to myself. Shouldn't I know this. I mean, it should be in my blood.  Shouldn't it? Afterall I can make a pasta to die for (at least in my head) and I'm not Italian. I can cook up a killer enchilada dinner and theres not a hispanic gene running through my viens. But the one thing I can't do, is make a roti.     

   Today, I attempted to turn it all around and give in to my roots. Rajesh stood in amazement and even offered to document the event. I shot him a quick look of disgust and he got the point. I was in the midst of it all....water and oil all over the counter, flour on my clothes and hair, and I almost felt like giving it all up. Then, by some sort of divine intervention, I was encouraged by a song playing in the background "keep trying, keep trying, don't give up, don't give up." I was like...God? Then I snapped out of it and thought.." No dummy, it's Zanes favorite show - Yo Gabba Gabba. (I secretly want to be fufa by the way - don't ask just follow the link). So I at least finished. I may never attempt this debacle again but I at least have docmentation of "that time I made roti"