Monday, 28 May 2012

My first lessons in cooking were imparted by my mother, within the four walls of the kitchen. Those were days when I was grappling with the challenges of learning diphthongs, cases, datives and ablatives in the Queen’s language. Mother was not the silent kind and the moment I would enter the kitchen, she would start her conversation as if she was waiting for someone to trumpet her thoughts. She would do this while hacking away vegetables...
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