Maggi takes a lot longer than 2 minutes to make. In fact it takes a whole 8 minutes to become comestible. My cooking skills (generally thought to be exceptional, just by me!) are such that I managed to burn maggi. Yes impossible as though this feat sounds, I, my friends have managed successfully to burn instant noodles and render them quite inedible. A brainwave hit me only recently and that’s when I discovered the joys of microwaving maggi. Submerge in a pot of water. Shove it in for 6 minutes. Take it out, add tastemaker, 2 more minutes. Generously lather with ketchup, and voila..Dinner’s ready. Its’ ok to thank me for another recipe..all in a day’s work for me. Similar experiments have led me to find the perfect coffee too. American coffee is a bland thin affair, lacking sorely in the strength, flavor and richness of Indian coffee, especially south Indian decoction, straight out of amma’s kitchen. Nevertheless, being a roman in rome, I have adapted myself to the rubbish Americans drink as coffee. The weird decoction, with 4-5 servings of cream, and 2 sugars with skimmed milk somewhat make it human. Still, the punch is missing. Indian coffee hits you with a rich aroma, and a bitter-sweet taste and manages to leave an aftertaste too. Drunk hot, with foam on top..aah the small joys of life.