Late last week, I called my mom to get a refresher on a few of her recipes.
Having spent years working in Scotland, prior to moving to Shenzhen, she said it was often hard to avoid eating meat while living abroad.
Gangam prepares the ingredients the day before each class. Worse, her measurements are not based on any contemporary or commonly used metric.
People can check her WeChat moments and see if a class interests them before booking it. Later, when I defrosted and ate it, I picked through it, pulling out any identifiable spices I could find. Every other measurement she has, then, is specific to her grocery store, Indian mom home made, to her homemade spice mixtures, to her butcher who hands her a hunk of lamb the size of a small toddler, leaving her to break it down into digestible and cookable pieces.
Now, people can order all kinds of food online. Indian women — mothers, in particular — hoard some of their recipes, refusing to give them in full.
Gangam keeps her ingredients and condiments healthy. I suspect some Indian mom home made this is intentional, Indian mom home made. Once, when I tried to make her rogan josh, I ended up adding three times the right amount of cinnamon; my lamb tasted like an angry ginger snap. Nothing has coriander powder in it. We called it tsamena Sex on football match I learned is used only in our little corner of North India.
Does she just mean salt? Two of my cousins live a half hour away. At the bottom of my bowl was a dark ball the texture of soft wood.
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When I last visited, she sent me back to my home with Indian mom home made rogan josh in my suitcase. I wanted to make rogan josh, aloo gobi potatoes and cauliflowerchicken biryani chicken and riceand paneer with palak spinach.
Is there a point when you stop needing your mom? On Diwali, like most days that remind me of Hinduism and India, I miss my mom. She uses only olive Alone dress removing sunflower oil, ghee clarified butterjaggery and multigrain flour in the dishes she teaches, Indian mom home made. A cursory Google search for a good chicken biryani recipe yielded ingredients like chicken stock — my mom literally screamed when I suggested this — or curry paste, something that has never once been in her kitchen.
So long as they are the Indian mom home made women in their families, they are the gatekeepers for these particular culinary incarnations that exist only in their kitchens.
There’s No Recipe For Growing Up
Even when I visit home and watch her, she somehow manages to divert my attention by, say, dangling in front of my face a gol gappa, a globe of fried wheat flour filled with chickpeas and potatoes and yogurt. A teaspoon, to her, is the size of the white plastic spoon with the snapped-off handle that she uses in all of the containers in her spice drawer that originally came from Dairy Queen when I was 6 or 7 and abandoned a half-eaten Oreo Blizzard, Indian mom home made.
All of this reduces my cooking to a kind of trial and error. However, she did manage to only eat vegetarian food. Gangam said that it was up to her students as to what dishes they wanted her to teach.
But my Indian mom home made, like so many Indian mothers I know, has always avoided giving me complete recipes.
There’s No Recipe For Growing Up
Her grandmother would not even use garlic, egg or onion in the dishes. So it felt important to at least try to remember how my own mom did things. It is unclear where the cup came from, but it is cloudy and cracked and significantly smaller than an actual cup, Indian mom home made.
When I do come home a few times a year, Mom asks me what I want for dinner and plans meals for my entire stay.