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Burnt Pots

It is so easy to burn pots.  You only have to turn your back for a moment when you are cooking something like rice and your pot is almost destroyed.

We have a woman who comes in to was the dishes.  Don't think for one moment that this solves your problem of cleaning burnt pots.  The servant in question is likely to cause a row with the boss of the house on account of it.  When you burn a pot, you have to solve the problem yourself.

I find that if you tackle the pot immediately, you clean it with far less problem.  If on the other hand you leave it until later, the problem will get worse and it will be far moe difficult to clean.

If you soak the burnt pot in water for a few minutes and then tackle it with an iron type scrub pad, it can be as good as new in minutes.  If on the other hand, you leave it for a while and this can happen if it is a busy time of day, it is better to soak the pot in solution of vinegar fo a couple of hours prior to washing.

One day the servant in our house was angry because she said she was getting too many burnt pots to wash.  She actually tried to blame it on me.  I replied that she must be dreaming.  I told her that whenever I burnt something, I always clean it myself.  A lot of youngsters in our house had turned into teens overnight and started cooking noodles and burning them, I said.  Better take it up with them

I didn't hear anymore complaints. 

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