Wednesday A Rice Cooker Story I finally got a new rice cooker and pressure pan today. Got a great discount too at the insanely crowded Bombay Kitchen Stores in Crawford Market. There were men carrying loads of cardboard boxes on their heads. I nearly had my head fall off as one of them manged to avoid colliding with me. These new steel beauties will replace the lousy Prestige newgen cooker that my father and I bought at some exhibition in Bangalore (ICE 2001, How I love those exhibitions, where you can shop, ride a giantwheel and eat masala papad). Your cooker looks like a "spaceship," one wonderstruck friend who visited last said, after examining it from all angles. Too bad, it doesn't work like one. When I first came to bombay, my husband and I were most enchanted with its design, taking every opportunity to chant "NYOOOGEN, NYOOGEN." But I found out today that Prestige has recalled the model and I guess can return it and get a refund! When I was in LA, I had a small cooker with a lethal-sounding whistle that scared the hell out of my friends. Even the bravest of them would jump and scream H o L Y Shhit. A really scary story about cookers though is the time one nearly killed my sister. Our old cooker exploded and the lid went flying through the kitchen. The weight hit my oldest sister smack in the back..left a burn mark, but luckily it missed her head. It was the scariest home accident I've ever seen, after the Diwali rocket that flew into my other sister's bedroom and burnt a hole in her mattress. Hopefully, my new purchases will behave themselves in the kitchen.
