Back then when mom used to work, cooking happened between waking us up, homework, making us eat breakfast, packing our bags, and a million other things.
Umpteen times the potato curry tasted burnt, the sambar lacked salt and the rasam too sour.
Was too embarrassed to share my food with others at school, I confess.
Years passed, I moved. The potato became mashed, changed into wedges or sometimes into fries, Kara curry or Podimass.
The other day I walked into this Mess with my friends and they served Sambar rice with potato curry. Others found the potato to be burnt. But then, I found mom.
Umm, I like it. Let me eat some more of it.
BTW, why do I get reminded of my 9th standard summer holidays spent playing ‘bet matches’ when I eat a particular variety of Manga?
My friends feel it’s too sour. They tell me, after all a Manga is a Manga is a Manga. (Apologies Shakespeare)
Is food about taste or emotions? I wonder
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