An 'appalam' making experience..
My mom and dad insisted that I would reduce mass only if I stopped having food at hotels and tried my own cooking. So I decided to try cooking something, dont ask me what, you would drain your energy laughing. I tried to make some pappads.
I left the oil in the pan and went to see the movie 'The Good, the Bad and the Ulgy' in my computer, it had been a year since I had seen it. I forgot that the oil was getting over heated, by the time I remembered, I ran to the kitchen and found the oil smoking. I switched off the gass, but suddenly the oil in the pan caught fire.
I tried blowing it off, it did not work, i did not know what to do, on impulse I poured water and the flames blew up ceiling high (my friends told me that I was lucky the oil did not spill on me when i poured water), apparently pouring water on burning oil had been a very very bad idea.
It was still burning, flames were going higher. I had absolutely no idea what I had to do. I was standing there looking at the flames and thinking. I was thinking of what would happen if the fire went out of control and the . I live in a kind of line-house setup and there are families living all around. What would the headlines in News papers say, "Software Engineer brought houses down in fire trying to make pappads", or worse still "10 dead because Software Engineer did not know how to make pappads".
And that would become another reason why houses should not be rented out to bachelors. Oh, no I thought, I cannot allow that to happen, the fire was still burning as strong as ever. I had to get my mind back to sloving the problem rather than worrying about the implications of failure.
I stood there thiking for probably about 20 seconds on how to stop the fire. I remember studying in school that unless oxygen supply was stopped, fire cannot be stopped. I remembered that in school I was taught that if someone was on fire he must be rolled in a blanket. I thought I couldn't use blankets with oil as the blanket too may catch fire and that may make matters worse as my refrigerator was next to the burner. What if the refrigerator catches fire. The blanket idea had to be discarded as it was more foolish than the water idea.
The way to cutt off oxygen supply was to cover the pan. I thought I use a plate, but all plates I had were unbreakable plastic plates, what if they melt in the heat. That wouldn't do any good. So I was searching for a steel vessel wide enough to cover the pan. At last, I found one and placed it over the pan cutting off the oxygen supply and soon the fire subsided. I set out a sigh of relief. At least no bachelor would be denied a house because I couldn’t make pappads J.
I came back out of the kitchen much relieved and continued watching Client Eastwood, Lee Vaan Cleef and Elli Wallach trio create magic.
I left the oil in the pan and went to see the movie 'The Good, the Bad and the Ulgy' in my computer, it had been a year since I had seen it. I forgot that the oil was getting over heated, by the time I remembered, I ran to the kitchen and found the oil smoking. I switched off the gass, but suddenly the oil in the pan caught fire.
I tried blowing it off, it did not work, i did not know what to do, on impulse I poured water and the flames blew up ceiling high (my friends told me that I was lucky the oil did not spill on me when i poured water), apparently pouring water on burning oil had been a very very bad idea.
It was still burning, flames were going higher. I had absolutely no idea what I had to do. I was standing there looking at the flames and thinking. I was thinking of what would happen if the fire went out of control and the . I live in a kind of line-house setup and there are families living all around. What would the headlines in News papers say, "Software Engineer brought houses down in fire trying to make pappads", or worse still "10 dead because Software Engineer did not know how to make pappads".
And that would become another reason why houses should not be rented out to bachelors. Oh, no I thought, I cannot allow that to happen, the fire was still burning as strong as ever. I had to get my mind back to sloving the problem rather than worrying about the implications of failure.
I stood there thiking for probably about 20 seconds on how to stop the fire. I remember studying in school that unless oxygen supply was stopped, fire cannot be stopped. I remembered that in school I was taught that if someone was on fire he must be rolled in a blanket. I thought I couldn't use blankets with oil as the blanket too may catch fire and that may make matters worse as my refrigerator was next to the burner. What if the refrigerator catches fire. The blanket idea had to be discarded as it was more foolish than the water idea.
The way to cutt off oxygen supply was to cover the pan. I thought I use a plate, but all plates I had were unbreakable plastic plates, what if they melt in the heat. That wouldn't do any good. So I was searching for a steel vessel wide enough to cover the pan. At last, I found one and placed it over the pan cutting off the oxygen supply and soon the fire subsided. I set out a sigh of relief. At least no bachelor would be denied a house because I couldn’t make pappads J.
I came back out of the kitchen much relieved and continued watching Client Eastwood, Lee Vaan Cleef and Elli Wallach trio create magic.