Thank You, Cheers
I wanted to make the perfect grilled cheese sandwich so I buttered the small frying pan (that I had brought all the way from Pakistan), and added the thick slices of bread and cheese – it was then that my eyes fell on the lid to a saucepan (the travelling companion to the frying pan) and a light bulb clicked above my head: the cheese will melt better if I cover the pan. It will be grand. So I popped the lid on the frying pan and it slid a little lower than it should have but it wasn’t a big deal. Till I tried to lift it. And try and pry as I could, the lid did not budge. The bulb flickered and fused. A broken knob and bent fork later, Fahad decided to step in. Man to pan. He exited the apartment and a few minutes later, remerged, a huge grin on his face and the lid pried loose from its unsuitable marriage to the pan. The edges of the pan were scraped and the scratches on its nonstick sides are not for the seriously OCDed, but I wasn...