My Granny would always suggest the ladies in the family, not to allow the men (of all ages!!) into the kitchen. I now understand that she must’ve come to this conclusion with her past experience (probably a funny incident/accident), like the one which I’m gonna share now!!
Neel, none other than my sweet (and mischievous...) hubby, entered the kitchen that evening. I dint mind him roaming in the kitchen, though my Granny’s “family message” kept blinking on the top of my head. Whenever Neel comes in, I always see him grabbing the plastic box in which I had filled all the snacks (Hey Readers... my next blog will be on why I came up with the idea of dumping all the snacks in one box!! Keep your eyes searching & it will be in very soon). Even this time, he did the same! Are you wondering what big fun is there in this..!! Just hold on… His mischievous episode is about to come…
I planned to cook ‘Idly Sambar’ that day.. I had cut the necessary vegetables & put them into the pressure cooker. After 3 whistles, I switched off the stove and was waiting for the pressure to get released so that I can open it safely. I thought why I should wait next to the cooker looking at its steaming-face. So, I moved to the hall. Neel was sitting in the hall watching TV (like a harmless kid!!) and I too joined him. 10 minutes passed. I thought it’s the right time to open the cooker & hence reached the kitchen. My bad luck, pressure was still there. I went back to hall and decided to wait for 10 more minutes. Another 10 minutes passed. I went again & saw… The pressure was still there. ‘Naughty Neel’ followed me & asked me what was wrong. (This time, my Granny’s “family message” was blowing like a horn in my mind and as usually I brushed it aside.) I told him that I’m waiting for the pressure to get released to open the cooker. All of a sudden, Neel was taken over by the feeling that ‘he should help his wife on her trouble-some situations’!! Like a reflex action, he immediately jumped near the stove – moved to the cooker – added a confident note saying “Its ok.. Let’s open it. I’m used to open the cooker, when the pressure is still inside!” (Oh God!! What a lovely husband.. He lies to soothe his wife!) I stopped him from doing so by warning that the cooker may burst out. He cared a damn & opened the cooker……………………………………………………………………………………..
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Next few minutes, both of us remained standing there with our eyes closed. We slowly opened our eyes & what we saw was not the kitchen… It was like a battlefield!! Yes…. The vegetables in the cooker burst out & had formed a layer on the floor. Neel pretended to be an innocent kid carrying the gloomy expression “I don’t know it would happen like this…!!” Once again his ‘helpful’ feelings started taking over… Poor one… He planned to clean the kitchen for me, as he is the root-cause for all the mess. But, before it turned into a reflex, I was alert enough to push him out of the kitchen. At last, I listened to my Granny’s “family message”!!
It took nearly an hour to turn the battlefield back to my ‘neat’ kitchen… I couldn’t resist my laughter while cleaning those burst-out vegetables!!
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