My Kitchen Story Story in Caption My Kitchen Story This is deliberate attempt to murder cried Neha my younger sister after ingesting the French toast I so proudly made. I threw the spoon in my hand at her missing her by a small margin, yelling no this is now. Mom tried unsuccessfully not to laugh looking at the mess on the plate. But I will get better with practice I resolved to learn basic cooking before leaving for a new city where I got a job and would be staying alone. Mom was in an overdrive telling me methods, recipes, tips and jugaad. My place was the kitchen now.