Sometimes I amaze even myself…

Last night we were going to make chicken curry but M beat us to it and had already started making chilli and some other chicken dish.  Not that I’m complaining did mean we didn’t have to cook.  I’d mentioned to W that poppadums are the ultimate accompaniment to curry  so he’d bought a box.  He then rather cleverly conned *me* into cooking them.  Now anyone that knows me, knows that I can’t cook.  Hell I managed to flop the 91st birthday cake I made (from a box) for my late Grandad (who I still miss terribly) – it was completely inedible – completely!  Dear sweet man did take a bite though.  However I digress.. back to the pappadums.  I’ve only ever seen my Dad make them so winging it ever so slightly I popped a smidge of oil in a frying pan, heated it up to almost flash point and armed with a spatula tossed the first poppadum into the pan.  A bit of frantic flattening, flipping over, more frantic flattening… and voila…. an edible poppadum!  I was seriously chuffed with myself (doesn’t take much evidently :)).