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A recipe from my mum
There are certain recipes that carry more than flavour. They carry memory. Growing up, Sunday dinner was the one day my mum made Indian food. If it were up to my dad, we would have had it much more often. My mum hadn’t learned to cook while growing up in India, so when she and my dad married, they went to the library together to learn how to cook the flavours of their childhood from cookbooks. Over time she typed many of those recipes out and passed them along to us. They now live in a purple...