MasterChef? More Like Disaster Chef

 

🍳 "Kitchen Mein Tabahi Sisters: A Recipe for Disaster"

“Jab hum chef banne chale, aur kitchen ne haath jod diye.”

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🎬 Scene 1: The Brainwave

It was a calm Sunday.

The house was peaceful. Mom was out.
Me and my sister exchanged one dangerous look and said the five deadliest words:

“Chalo kuch bana lein khud se!”

Instant regret? Not yet. That came later.

We tied our dupattas like ninjas, opened YouTube, and decided to make… chicken biryani.

Narrator voice: “They could’ve made chai. But no. They chose violence.”

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🔪 Scene 2: Chopping Board Chronicles

Me (holding onion like a baby): “Itna sa pyaz kaatna hai… kya mushkil hai?”
Pyaz: “Hold my layers.”

2 minutes later:
I was crying harder than I did during the last episode of Humsafar.

Sister: “Yeh pyaz hai ya heartbreak?”
Me: “Lagta hai dono.” 😭

She tried to peel garlic and ended up throwing half of it across the kitchen.
We called it ‘aerial seasoning.’ ✈️🧄

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🔥 Scene 3: The Oil Explosion

We poured oil like we were refueling a plane.
Added zeera. Then onions. Then drama.

Suddenly, smoke. So much smoke.

Fire alarm: "Beep! Ye kya jala rahe ho, behno?"
Mom (calling on phone): “Sab theek hai?”
Us: “Han han… daal hi toh jali hai… zindagi nahi.”

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🫓 Scene 4: The Roti War

We thought we’d make fresh rotis too.

Big mistake.

Roti 1: Too raw.
Roti 2: Looked like a map of Australia.
Roti 3: Went flying and hit the wall. We didn’t even chase it.

Sister: “Iss roti ko toh azadi mubarak ho.” 🇦🇺

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🍛 Scene 5: The Final Touch (And Breakdown)

We served the biryani.

The color: grey.
The smell: smoky sadness.
The taste: betrayal.

Abba (after one bite): “Yeh khana nahi… experience hai.”
Dog sniffed and left the room. Even he had boundaries.

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🎭 The Moral of the Story:

• Never trust a YouTube chef wearing acrylic nails and saying “bohot simple hai!”

• Don’t cook biryani unless you're emotionally prepared to fail.

• The kitchen has memory. And trauma.

  🧼 Bonus Update:

  We spent 2 hours cleaning, apologized to the fridge (emotionally damaged), and swore we’d never enter the kitchen again.

  Until next Sunday.

  Because…

  “Hum girti hain, uthti hain… aur phir se khana banati hain.” 💪🤣

  **“Drop your ‘oops’ moment from the kitchen! Let’s laugh (and cry) together!” 😂🍛