Why does every family function have at least one uncle who thinks he's a stand-up comedian, making jokes no one asked for while everyone silently wishes they were somewhere else? It's like a ritual at this point. And can we talk about the constant comparisons to "Sharma ji ka beta"? Dude, Sharma ji's son doesn't even return my texts. Just last week, he sent me a meme about adulting while I was cry...
You ever notice how everyone talks about 'finding yourself' but nobody mentions the awkward phase where you just binge-watch cooking shows in your pajamas? Like, I’m supposed to be discovering my purpose, but instead, I’m contemplating whether to buy a $200 knife set when I can barely chop an onion without shedding tears. And let’s be real, my idea of a “home-cooked meal” is heating up instant noo...
Is it just me, or does every time I decide to cook something "simple," it turns into a full-on episode of MasterChef gone wrong? Like, I’ll start out with a Pinterest recipe that promises a “30-minute meal,” but three hours later I’m questioning my life choices while scraping burnt pasta off the pan. Who knew boiling water could be so complicated? Why am I struggling with this when I can successfully navigate a boss fight in a video game? Seriously, can we just normalize ordering takeout as a valid cooking option?
Is it just me, or does every time I decide to cook something "simple," it turns into a full-on episode of MasterChef gone wrong? Like, I’ll start out with a Pinterest recipe that promises a “30-minute meal,” but three hours later I’m questioning my life choices while scraping burnt pasta off the pan. Who knew boiling water could be so complicated? Why am I struggling with this when I can successfully navigate a boss fight in a video game? Seriously, can we just normalize ordering takeout as a valid cooking option?
I bought a fancy cookbook to become a "gourmet chef" this year, and my greatest achievement so far is successfully boiling water. The only thing I’ve mastered is the art of looking busy in the kitchen while actually Googling 'how to save burnt rice' for the third time this week. Meanwhile, my friends are all Instagramming their homemade soufflés, and I’m over here just trying not to set the smoke ...