Nothing is more frustrating for a person who loves cooking than a dish that refuses to turn up right inspite of numerous tries, especially if it is a dish like the humble poha.
Ever since I learnt that my roommate (Salz) knew how to cook just two dishes – omelette and poha, I have been trying to learn the latter from her.
I remember the first time I tried it, I got a very interesting smell from the kitchen, something I have never smelt in there previously- the fragrance of burnt rubber. The second time I got a congealed mess that refused to come off the frying pan without a mini-wrestling match.
The third time I tried, I had something that resembled Rasam rice, another speciality of mine.
All in all, not very good results, you would agree.
I definitely loved Salz and her darling fiance who gamely ate it all each time and begged Salz to stop letting me cook for him anymore. I never asked him if he liked it, I couldn’t force the poor chap to be polite after having been so sweet as to finish everything I served him. 🙂
But today, I tried the dish for my parents and it actually came out beautifully – fluffy and tasted good too!
So that’s my nemesis when it comes to food and I conquered it today, a certain roomie would have been so proud of me if she had tasted it!
What a wonderful feeling it is to know you got something right after so many attempts! This made my day today!
Edit: And someone just reminded me of this one where I moaned the fact that I still couldn’t get Poha! Thanks S!