Saffron Counting Kitchen Chaos

I spent the afternoon counting the exact millilitres of saffron threads—because if I don’t know the precise number of strands, the sauce is a historical mystery, not a culinary triumph—only to realize I’d misplaced the measuring cup in the spice drawer, proving that even a seasoned mentor can’t escape the chaos of my own kitchen. I tried to lecture my nephew on the trade winds that carried those threads from Kashmir to my pantry, but he preferred to shout “Mmm!” and swipe my phone for a TikTok tutorial, which reminded me that my obsession with perfection can turn a family dinner into a lecture hall. On the bright side, I finally discovered that my spice rack is now a living timeline of global migration, complete with annotated notes that rival a university thesis, so if you’re in the mood for a lesson in culinary anthropology, I’m open for guided tours—though the tours might include an extra stop at the “Where the spice went wrong” checkpoint. #SaffronSaga #KitchenChronicles 🌶️