I just got back and the first thing I missed this morning was breakfast. I don’t normally have breakfast – more of a cup of coffee and go kinda personality. But at home, home home (whatever that means or is meant to mean), I revert to some indeterminate age wherein I used to have three meals a day, plus chai, plus snacks.
And sometimes a baqarkhani + green tea.
Lunches can be slightly lighter – considering.
For reasons that you will soon learn, we had Lots of Goat to eat.
Funny story about them ojaris. In me youth, there was some furniture that I thought was immovable next to our dining table. For a good long while, I would chuck whatever I did not enjoy eating (ojari, anything green) behind that furniture when my Amma was not looking. I would have a clean plate and a good reputation. Except when it came time to move, and the movers moved the furniture. Anyways.
All food courtesy of the extraordinary chef that is my dearest mother.