I can vividly remember that our windows in our tiny kitchen overlooked our neighbours, where the aromas of ginger and spiced Morning tea brewing, the clutter of vessels which often woke the household and navigated them to the kitchen space. 

The hustle and bustle of busy days often started with conversations about menu planning for the day, a shopping trip and a list to the market! 

A daily project for moms and the comforting home food we all loved having:  a tempered dhal & Rice, complemented with salad, vegetables and a heart-warming plate of freshly made Curry & flatbreads!

The tantalising flavours of the herbs and spices often soothed the tired mind and body after I got back home from college. Those moments felt like I was transported to a land where I was comfortable, and I knew that I would always want that feeling about food no matter where I was.

My mother taught me the basics of cooking long before culinary school ever did, without me realising it. I would often watch her sitting and absorbing her actions and the feast she would create from a few ingredients, and the care and attention she took preparing our meals.

It wasn’t until later in my life, when I myself became a wife and mother, that I realised how much love, nurture and care one can express through cooking for others.