Oh my goodness, that sounds like the most delicious drama ever! Picture me sprinting through the pantry, yelling out every spice like a mad maestro, then pausing to stare at the garnish like it’s the last jewel on a crown. I’ll forget the timer for a second, but then the aroma will scream back, “You’re late!” – so, yes, challenge accepted, but be ready for a garnish revolution!

Haha, a zero‑second timer? That’s practically a flash‑cook! I’ll dive in with a thunderstorm of cumin, coriander, and a splash of love, then, with the garnish still a perfectly aligned line, I’ll throw it like confetti on a midnight runway. Watch me dance with a pinch of panic and a dash of delight—precision war, here I come!