Rainy days. The craving for comfort food. I needed golden brown pakodas fresh from the pan!
As usual, I tired to multi-task. Kept the fire on high, so the oil would heat faster.
The batter sizzled as I eased it in. Before I knew it, the pakodas were a dark shade of brown. Burnt outside, raw inside. Inedible!
I waited for the oil to cool. Fried the next batch on low heat. Constantly turning the pakodas over. Giving each one time to cook right through. The pakodas were perfect!
Some things cannot be hurried. In the kitchen or in life.