Well I can write a book on my kitchen chronicles; I bet, it’d have some of the agelast people rolling on the floor laughing. Not because of my writing ability, but by my sheer talent to cook a debacle in the kitchen. This is not something I take pride in, but, there have been far too many to count and my poor family has had to face or rather should I say taste the brunt of it.
My unpalatable delicacies range from sunken cakes to over-cooked or nearly burnt non-vegetarian dishes, a savory south Indian dish that tasted sweeter than a desert. Well! Before you jump to any conclusion and award me the worst master chef title; I’d like to clarify that these debacles were a result of multitasking, overseeing the homework or tidying up any random corner of the house or the occasional phone chats are to be blamed for these fiasco.
After this epiphany, my family and I, make it a point that when I’m cooking, I’m not to be disturbed, or, we will have to settle for something inedible or look for some last minute take-away options.
Just last night, to please my Puchki, I planned to make her favorite Mac & Cheese for dinner. I was struggling with the oven’s controls, seeing me, hubby dearest took charge and selected the perfect settings or else, you know by now what would have happened.
Oh! The taste, flavor and texture was just perfect. I’m still wondering, whether hubby helped out of love or fear. That mystery is for another day and time. Till then Bon Appetit!
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