And if there are more than two pots involved, my vision blurs, my hands shake, I get heart palpitations, and I have to go to a dark room and repeat calming mantra meditations.
I may be exaggerating.
But not really.
This would not be a problem, if it weren't for my dear friend Vishakha. You see, when I lived in Germany, she once made me a bowl of chicken curry, a recipe from her native India.
I have never been the same since.