Saturday, February 20, 2010
Has anyone ever heard the wind whistle, like it does in those old classic English novels?
I certainly hadn’t, that is not until I moved into my new house. Ever since then windy nights are anything but quiet. Around here strong wind just does not blow, it howls, it moans and yes it WHISTLES too. It is a peculiar kind of whistle, long and piercing, the kind that accompanies all steam engines pulling into and out off picturesque little railway stations in old Indian movies).
And as if the whistling isn’t enough to disturb light sleepers (which thankfully I am not) the window panes also start to shake and rattle. If we had wooden floor boards I am sure they too would creak adding their bit of contribution to the already noisy surroundings. But since we do not have them, we are spared that particular acoustic.
I think I have figured out why this happens. In almost all English classics the noisy houses are always situated on lonely moors in the middle of nowhere or someplace equally isolated. Though I can not say that we live in the middle of nowhere nor can our surroundings be termed as wilderness, our house is however, surrounded by empty spaces on all sides for a considerable distance. This I believe allows the wind to pass unhindered without any kind of obstruction to break its force.
So all we need is a bit of gale and the magnificent performance of nature’s orchestra keeps us entertained all night long.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
A funny thing happens when ever I am trying to boil eggs. If I aim to have a half boiled one and leave it on heat for 30 extra seconds, it develops a solid yellow lump in the center and when I want a hard boiled one, which I leave boiling for ages, it still ends up runny and liquid when I crack open the shell.
I also have an egg boiler that gives ready to serve eggs in record time but ever since our last relocation I have been unable to locate the accompanying graduated cylinder that measured the exact amount of water to be added to it. The water amount differed depending upon number of eggs to be boiled and the state of the end product i.e. hard boiled or soft boiled. It goes with out saying that the water measurement had to be precise to ensure accurate results. But with the measuring cylinder missing, my fancy egg boiler is pretty much useless.
The most obvious question to ask at this point would be, why not time the boiling process using a three minute timer or even a regular watch.
The answer to that one is that I do time it and it makes no difference whatsoever to the confusing state of affairs.
Am I the only one who has noticed that eggs of different sizes have different cooking times and since the eggs brought home range anywhere between large over sized ones to almost quail sized minuscule ones the standard amount of time it takes to cook one type is absolutely of no use as far as the other variety is concerned. What is more, the number of eggs being cooked together also effect the overall cooking time.
I also have a shrewd suspicion that egg boiling time in winter is different from that in summers but since I never confirmed it, I will let this one go.
If these observations of mine are not correct then there is only one explanation left for this bizarre phenomenon.
At the risk of sounding paranoid I would state the eggs are in a league against me and deliberately confuse their boiling time just to get on my nerves.