Each week I will (try and) share a small segment of something useful I learnt. While this is for my own amusement I hope it resonates with my lovely readers.
The journey thus far
There are certain household activities from which I get a very therapeutic kick out of. But to name a few: (1) Hoovering: I’ve always loved hovering around the house. During my teenage years mum nominated me to take up that activity full time. To this day adamant that it was my diligent approach to it, rather then being an easy target that won me this accolade. (2) Washing up: I only ever started using a dish washer after I got married some 19 years ago. Before that time I’d happily help my parents with washing up, ensuring each dish was sparkling clean. Today, while majority of the cutlery can be shoved in thy dishwasher, I still love scrubbing those pots and pans to make sure every inch of the area is spotless. (3) Ironing: My therapeutic connection is not so strong anymore with this one. There was time when I would iron my clothes for the entire week on a Sunday evening, gliding across while listening to music. Earlier in the week my mum came around to see the kids, and being off work, also wanted to teach my wife how to make Samosas from scratch. All changed……
(I’m glad to say still sticking with this regular post)
My mum always says you can only eat something if your name’s written on it. What does she mean by that? Growing up I remember countless occasions when mum would cook up a dinner, we’d get a knock on the front door and it’s one of her friends. She’d insist on them to stay for dinner, and afterwards mum would say that a particular portion was in the destiny of that person to consume.
The case of the ticking hobs
Last week my wife had decided on cooking a meal which consisted of masala chickpeas, gunpowder potatoes and Puri (fluffy chapatti which is fried). We love that combination at home so were looking forward to it. However the very morning our cooker started making a continuous ticking noise. It happened a few years back and that meant a deep clean of the gas hobs. (Note: we clean down our cooker every other day so don’t want you thinking otherwise 😋). No matter how much we cleaned the ticking noise continued, albeit intermittent. So we persisted throughout the day and this meant the planned meal left on hold and us seeking a take out. An overnight dry time fixed the problem.
We were intent on cooking and eating this dish but weren’t destined to and had to wait. Like mum would say.
Ingredients and Instructions
There are a number of recipes online for cooking these dishes so I’ll share my firm favourites as links below.