My mother was a wonderful cook.
My mother was a wonderful cook. As I can remember, my family was not well off back then. We lived a simple life and never had the chance to experience many modern thrills and pleasures. Little gifts such as my mother’s cooking was something to look forward to every day. But my mother can make superb dishes with the best cookware set she owned, which was really just cheap cast iron. Every evening we would await the aroma of spices wafting from the kitchen and look forward to a meal of bread and curry with happiness. On special occasions, she would prepare even more elaborate concoctions which we partook with gratefulness.