01LEARNING TO LIVE AWAY
I could make a meal.
But not like her.
I came to the USA without knowing how to cook. Slowly, I learnt. But even when I got a meal right, it was missing the taste and warmth of the food Amma used to make.
Cooking was a skill. Home was a feeling.
02THE MEAL I WAS MISSING
Then I started
skipping breakfast.
I was figuring out life on my own. Somewhere along the way, breakfast disappeared from my day completely. Learning to cook wasn’t quite the same as learning to look after myself.
Far from home, even the little things feel different.
03AMMA HAD SOMETHING IN MIND
She sent food.
I felt her care.
Pulihora paste. Multigrain instant dosa powder. Instant pongali. Instant upma. Amma sent the familiar foods I could make for myself, with zero preservatives in those instant foods.
She couldn’t be there. Her food could.
04WHAT WAS REALLY INSIDE
Love. Warmth.
Looking after me.
For me, home food is also about health: Amma’s care for how you’re eating. That feeling belongs in our laddus and podis too. Familiar food. A little less distance. A connection to home.
Unpack the beginning ↗