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A quick tale 100

Confessions of a cook

Have you ever wondered what goes into your dosai? I wish you did. Because I see you waiting at the counter now, drumming your fingers impatiently for that ghee roast you have ordered. And I suddenly remember the fight I had with my wife this morning. I will not tell you what I am about to do next but tomorrow morning you will wake up complaining of stomach pain. And you will blame it on the water, which your wife has not been boiling enough before filling up the bottles. You will come back again for your afternoon fix and by then I will have patched up with my dearest. Tomorrow I will be extra nice to you. Today, enjoy your dosai, saar.


Anonymous said…

Congrats for the Century.
As for the QT 100, I always try to be as polite as possible with the coffee boy in my office. Don't know, what he may do with the coffee, behind the closed doors of the small cafeteria (if we could call it one)in our floor, if one treats him harshly !!!

D Govardan
Chenthil said…
"I will not tell you what I am about to do next" This makes it more scarier than if you had actually told what the chef did :-)
And that's the way to score a century! In style!
Nilu said…
Ammani = Tyler Durden?
Anonymous said…
A 100 very much similar to a 100 that Tendulkar scores now a days, the difference being I enjoyed waiting for you to complete one than Tendulkar to complete his!!
Anonymous said…
Jikku-ku suththi podunga! very cute!
dear abhi
congrats for the centum
so cute jikku
tilotamma said…
yay! she is back
aint it so disconcerting? especially after u c all those candid camera footage on TV...bleah!
project why said…
great to have you back.. and keep us longing for more..
kaaju katli said…
Congrats! The word verification today has serupadi ;-). Yaaruku serupadi I wonder. Love you very much *hugs*.
apu said…
ayyo! scary story....ammani completes the century with a horror tale :)
Aarthi said…
Welcome back Ammani! We missed you :)
S said…
hurrahhhh ammani is back!!

congrats on the 100! that was a good one.
Anonymous said…
Horror tale!!!....I was reminded of my stay at Kovai and the hotel food I ate..Yes!! Will never no what goes into one's dosai..

Classic Century....Holding on for more....
Aparna Menon said…
Congrats on the century and Welcome back
Anonymous said…
I just recollected a dinner we had a few days back, where we had picked up a nasty fight with the captain... Wonder what he did..
shyam said…
Yay, the century! I know I'm a bit late in congratulating you, but it's heartfelt nevertheless :) CONGRATS!
monu said…
both of them were so sweet!!!
welcome back and hope you had a great trip!
Raghunathan said…
Congrats on the century

Will await your double-century
fieryblaster said…
really great stuff from u. was greatly enjoyable.

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