It was lunch time and I had just had a cup of coffee. My stomach was howling with hunger. I decided to prepare Idli (rice cake steamed in a pressure cooker) and switched on the gas stove.
Same story. The phone went alive. This time it was our correspondent from Abu Dhabi. This Lankan colleague is also a great friend. In our chat menu were life in Lanka, India and sweet gossip.
I was telling her how to prepare “lassi” (hey, all you do is mix sugar with curd and stir it...vallah, lassi is ready. How simple!). It was then that I smelt something fishy. Something was burning. I was standing at the balcony this time and cautioned my neighbour “Check your stove, something is burning,” and continued the conversation.
Boomm...After five minutes, I noticed smoke in my kitchen.
Instead of steam hot idli, I had steam hot tension for lunch.
The vessel had to be thrown out. The pressure cooker is not working.
Well, I am busy now, catch you later. I have to try a new dish.