Back in the late eighties and early nineties I remembered as a kid, the taste of vegetables and meat and even rice. They tasted so wonderful! As years went by, the taste was forgotten. Every year I tried newer dishes from different cultures in different restaurants in different countries, thus eliminating my childhood taste buds entirely. At least that was what I had thought, that is, until last week. As I was sifting through stuffs in the messy store-room downstairs I got hold of a cooking utensil, the pressure cooker! I wanted to try it but it needed a hard proper cleaning before making it usable; but the temptation was too strong, and after three hours of cleaning, the cooker was fit to cook. The first thing I tried was rice. It tasted wonderful and needless to say, revived my childhood taste-buds. In the coming days, it was curry chicken, followed by vegetables of all sorts – radish, broccoli, cabbage, legumes, asparagus – you name it. My gastronomic system was beyond doubt, sat
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