Life isn’t that different but the feeling sinks in when an empty kitchen stares back at me. Yeah, the war is on and it’s time to embrace kitchen-Katastrophes, once again.
I tell you, there’s a huge conspiracy going on. Somehow all the curries I prepare taste the same – be it cauliflower, mushroom, capsicum, cabbage. So what if I just know one procedure to cook vegetables, at least they should retain their essence.
Being the good bride, I tried helping my co-sister in the kitchen. She asked me to slice 3 onions. By the time 2 were done, in the worst possible shapes and size, I was totally blind. Teary eyes, running nose, not the kind of picture I had in my mind to maska-marofy my in-laws . My co-sister sliced the third one while I tried to get back my visibility at the sink.
Quilling and Origami will take a break , now that I have to Google for new recipes. They make them sound so simple. Add this, add that and voila – a picture perfect dish is ready. But in real, the onions always turn a shade darker. And what kind of color is golden brown? The tomatoes become too squishy. Plus they never mention about the strange burning smell that accompanies it, which more often than not makes Biker open all the doors and windows while I go into a sneezing fit.
I tried preparing tea at home which was so strong that my mom’s gastric juices started somersaulting. So this time I made it light which made biker look at me and say – “The tea is still raw”. Now he’s a sweetheart, he did drink it all, but I never dared to pick the tea packet again . For the general safety and health of the household such hazards must be avoided.
Anyone watched Frivolous Wife (Korean movie)? After marriage I was kind of living it. A Rom-com which I recommend to all the young brides.