we know that food is love, but do we ever stop and think who taught us that beautiful expression in the first place? for me, the teacher was and always will be my nani. every summer growing up, my mom would bring my brother and i to new delhi for a few months. we didn’t have many friends, didn’t really care about indian food yet and mostly sat around playing with the family dog - before we grew up and just complained about the heat. all the basics.
Natasha, what a lovely tribute to her memory! I am sorry for your loss. I grew up in India and this brought back memories of my nani and many sunday rajma chawal, gobi paratha with pudina chutney memories for me too. Thanks for sharing.
Natasha, what a lovely tribute to her memory! I am sorry for your loss. I grew up in India and this brought back memories of my nani and many sunday rajma chawal, gobi paratha with pudina chutney memories for me too. Thanks for sharing.
So sorry for your loss, Natasha.
I can empathize with this so much. Nanis in Delhi are the absolute best. Here's my tribute to mine, from when she passed away in 2018: https://medium.com/@nbt/what-i-have-learnt-from-life-by-dr-aparna-basu-my-grandmother-2bdb84af33e2
What a lovely tribute to her. May her memory be a blessing.