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“You never invited me for lunch,” complained a friend.
“Welcome if you have the guts to taste my food,” I challenged him.
Yesterday there was a knock on the door. He was standing there.
“Cook now,” he ordered.
“Cook what?”
“Rice and sambar (A dish made with pulses, vegetables common in south India).”
That’s child’s play. I kept rice on the cooker. “I will pick up some veggies and will be back in a minute,” I disappeared.
After a few minutes, we were on the dining table.
My friend enjoyed the food. “Brilliant boss. I did not know you could make such delicious sambar,” he showered praise on me.
I just smiled.
How could I tell him that I had purchased the “tasty sambar” from my building restaurant?
Cooking tips for learners: Don't keep the gas flame level high while cooking. If you are a man, never ask a woman cooking tips. They confuse you.