I've had a few mishaps in the kitchen, including burns from the oven on my arms and minor wounds on my hands, especially when I chop veggies too quickly. Despite being mild, none of these accidents are enjoyable.
I've been inspired and driven to learn how to cook ever since I was a little child. Even though the arepas I made at the time weren't circular, my mother had shown me how to create the pre-cooked cornmeal dough for the arepas. furthermore some fundamental items.
However, one morning my mother had to leave the house quite early. Since I had never cooked rice before, I wanted to help my mother with lunch since the whole morning had already passed. So I removed the kilogram of rice from the container, rinsed it, and added it to a small kettle.
After adding water and salt and setting the pot to simmer, I saw that the rice was starting to pour out. I used a kitchen tool to start scooping up the rice. I had no idea why the rice had grown or why this was happening to me. I became quite frightened and had no idea what to do.
I sought assistance from my sister-in-law, who lived across the street from my mother's home, at the time since I was distressed and alone. She was the one that so graciously assisted me. She started by cleaning up the rice mess I had caused. She informed me that she decided to discard it since it was damaged.
I started by cleaning the kitchen because the mess from the rice had made everything nasty. The fact is that I didn't want to leave behind any proof because I didn't want my mother to learn what had happened. My sister-in-law, though, advised me to speak the truth because my mother would find out anyhow.
When my mother came, I told her what had occurred. I was anxious because I feared she would punish me, but she instead gave me advice and warned me not to repeat the mistake.
I experienced this incident when I was around 11 years old.
Has this tale stuck in your mind negatively? Or do you find it hilarious to think about it?
This story reminds me of a wonderful memory. Every time my family and I would get together to make rice, we would recall the rice incident and laugh a lot.
Additionally, sometimes when I make rice, I go back to that day and smile. In actuality, I'm not sure how the idea to boil a kilo of rice in a medium kettle came to me.🤣🤣🤣
The nicest part of that day, though, was that I learnt how to prepare rice with the help of my sister-in-law. She explained to me how the rice was cooked because she was the one who made it.
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