But first chai

They’ve worked so hard to build a comfortable life for their kids and provide us with all the opportunities, that for so long they deprioritized themselves. Finally, they’re in a phase of life where they’re pouring back into themselves, and we’re in a phase of life where we can treat them as a reminder of our gratitude. Love them so much. 🥰

Punjabis don’t mess around when it comes to food. This was us at my wedding caterer tasting. We tried everything we will serve. Every thing. We made an extensive notes document of feedback and modifications. We discussed one dish to the next. Spice levels. Textures. Flavours. We were in our element. 3 hours and 3 million dishes and debates later, my s/o was in shock/awe at the level of details we were considering. 😂 What can I say, we love to feed, and we love to eat.

I’m heading home next month and ma has already asked me to send her a list of everything I want her to cook whilst I’m home. Her love language is to feed and that’s why sitting down at the table to share a meal has always made the kitchen the heart of our home. Dad made sure we never had devices at the table, it was our sacred family time. Sometimes it was belly laughter, sometimes tears, other times even frustrations that needed to be addressed - but always our protected time. So as I sit writing a list to ma of all the dishes I can’t wait to devour, I am filled with gratitude. Food is love, food is home.