...should I write about the time, I forgot to put the water in the pressure cooker while making rice? And about how I felt so smugly complacent when I smelt burning stuff. Secure in the belief that I had nothing on the gas that could burn?
...or about the time when I got onions and potatoes and kept them in a plastic bag in the store-room and cheerfully forgot about their existence, until strange overpowering smells started taking over the household? I learnt that onions die agonizing deaths inside plastic bags.
...or would it be more spectacular disasters that would make interesting reading? The time I nearly set the curtains on fire while happily leaving oil to heat in pan and cutting onions into interesting shapes to entertain myself while completely oblivious to the fact that heated oil lights up like a bonfire?
...or the fairly recent soup experience, where I put hot palak into the mixer only for the lid to blow up at rocket speed. S walked into the kitchen to see me standing in the middle of a lake with stuff dripping down my hair and a fairly bemused expression on my face staring at the mixer lid on top of the cupboard. ( Incidentally I still bear the scars of this one!)
So which shall it be?
P.S. People, can we have some visits onto the bhajifried blog please? And more importantly, can we have some guest contributors? We might run out of recipes at this rate. Hmpf.
Edited later: I forgot to tags the folks aiyo rama - dear readers, please take it up and let me know!!!