Snapshot: Total Indian wife

his face says it all: mom, you got skillz

I've only gone Total Indian wife (TIW) a handful of times in my marriage.
One especially hilarious time was when I threw 2017 to the wind and rewound to the year 1950. One of V's students missed the team dinner but still wanted some brown nosing time for his letter of rec from V. Looking back, I think he missed that dinner on purpose. The consolation was getting to come to our house and eat dinner ALONE with Dr. V. I went TIW and fed Alex early, put him to bed and cooked an authentic (Aarti Party) Indian meal for both the student and Vivek AND served them at the nice table. No plastic.
Serving men at a table and not joining them might make them think you have no ambitions or talents of your own. You might think the student is full of bullshit as he kisses so much ass, you feel your eyes are going to roll out of your skull every time you walk back into the kitchen.
The best part of that evening was that he talked nonstop about how he loved spicy food. There was a Serrano pepper in the vegetable dish and he said, "Oh, I just love jalapenos." He picked it up and before I decided whether or not to tell him that it was not a jalapeno, he shoved the entire thing in his mouth and started chewing.
I almost laughed out loud. What an idiot.*

Today, I went old school TIW...like in the village. Baby was not into napping or sitting anywhere by himself today. He insisted on being held. So I strapped him in and we made roti together. It was the first thing V's mom taught me to make. After I proved that I was capable of learning, she seemed much more comfortable with being stuck with me.

Admittedly, it was satisfying having a person see how perfectly I can make roti...even if that person is non-verbal and drools on everything.




*Obviously, he's not an idiot. And really, this is more about me giving V a really hard time about how the students pretend to be into everything he says and does because he's their superior and like, 20 years older than them.