Pressure cooker...a miniature volcano!

 If you've been reading my blogs, you all must've known by now, how little I like cooking.

My tryst with round rotis, from country maps to geoid to yes, somewhat round shapes, now.

Kya aapke toothpaste mei namak hai? Kind of questions asked to me...Kya aapke ghar mei namak jyada aata hai? The food is excessively salty.

Oho! Ganne ke khet lagva lo....This kheer is too sweet, exactly how much sugar did you use?

From here to now, Yum puranpolis these are! 

Mom please don't ask the maid to cook, the prawns you make are awesome! 

Everybody loves a little bit of taareef here and there. And from hating to cook to learning to cook, and getting praised for the food I cook, I've come a long way.

Let me share with you a funny incident. Well, whether it's funny or something else you all can decide after reading.

I was in school and had recently learnt to cook rice and dal in pressure cooker. It's not a rocket science though, the stepwise training is very crucial. If you miss one, you've to face the consequences. Why am I getting paranoid for a pressure cooker? Well....

I had been tutored by my mom for two days, on how to use the pressure cooker.

Remove the whistle, place the lid under running water, clean the rubber ring, put it back again. Pour water in the cooker, place the metal ring at the bottom, on which rice and dal containers will be placed. Measure required quantities of rice and dal. Wash it thoroughly. Pour water in dal and let it soak for sometime. Add turmeric, asaofoetida and salt to the dal. Pour water in rice too. Place finger in the container, the water levels must be 1/3 rd the finger. Now close the lid with a click and put on the whistle. And switch on the gas.

Within 10 minutes and 3-4 whistles, both the rice and dal, gets cooked.

Ahh! This is so simple, I thought.

Mom wasn't home and I decided to help her out by cooking rice and dal before she returns.

I followed all the steps carefully. And turned on the gas knob. On medium flame the cooker started to heat.

I sat down on the dinner table and started reading my book, occassionally, glancing at the cooker.

After few minutes, a thudd sound was heard and the lid of cooker just blew away. All the rice and dal spray painted on the ceiling and the tiles around the gas stove. I closed the book with another thudd and surveyed the area to make my  brain understand, as to what had exactly happened.

I thanked God that I was sitting far from the scene, else the thudd would be on my head.

I switched off the gas, started cleaning the crime scene, prior to mom's arrival. But before I could clear all the evidences, mom reached home. She saw the painted kitchen and facepalmed herself. You didn't put the rubber ring back, right? She confidently said and searched the sink. Here you go girl, she pulled out the rubber ring from beneath the pan.

Pressure cookers are similar to volcanoes. The pressure built up is released through the vent and in the absence of this rubber, the cooker explodes exactly like a valcano does! Mom explained scientifically and we both had a laugh. Hope you didn't get hurt, she asked. I shook my head in negation.

We both cleaned the kitchen and set the cooker once again, this time without forgetting the ring. Lessons learnt for a lifetime!

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AUTHOR'S NOTE : For the picture prompt of 'Pressure cooker'. Based on true events.

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