Exploding blenders, barely suppressed mirth, and peanut noodles in part two of Sohaila Abdulali's family adventure in the kitchen
If you happened to read my 14 November column (“Dinner is served, and it’s not the best keema"), you know that I have resolved to be UBK (undefeated by keema). So, in the interests of doing my fair share and also reclaiming the kitchen, I decided to make peanut noodles with the helpful teenager. Tom, the husband, who will get a turn to speak later in this column, camped out on the sofa, where he could see what we were up to, but officially to listen to music and read the news. Okay. Off we go. Here is my version of events.
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