I like to document my failings. And now I do so publicly-on my blog!
I am brave.
I am honest.
But I have also reached my lowest point in managing my life efficiently.
I ring the doorbell of my neighbour, smile broadly and ask to borrow two onions. Yes, onions. There were none, and Indian cooking begins with chopping onions. If it helps, the big, shiny, purple brinjal had already been roasted so the option of retracing footsteps and making some non-indian stir fry dish without onions was not possible. And turning the brinjal into a middle eastern delight was not an option because no fancy accompaniment was available.
So there I was, borrowing two onions. Somehow borrowing a spponful of curd to set seems acceptable, borrowing some sugar also seems fine, but two onions- that means all house management has collapsed.
My lovely neighbour seemed more embarassed than me. I think she blushed. She gave me three onions.
Now I worry about how to return the favour. I can not give back three onions, can I?