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India Knight's avatar

It doesn't feel right to comment so enthusiastically about something that comes out of sadness, but everything you write about your mother-in-law - ALL the food - could apply to my mother, who is from Lahore. And to my late grandmother, who lived with us when I was a teenager and who in my memory was attached by wooden spoon to vats of either carrot halwa or kheer (both served with silver leaf on top), when she wasn't attached to the tava making parathas for breakfast to have with eggs with crispy edges. My mum, who used to love brains, is now quasi-vegetarian but still makes us all shami kebabs on special occasions. Anyway - thank you for writing something so completely evocative, and sorry for your loss.

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Pippa's avatar

Sorry for your loss. I sympathise with that, it's for the best but still wishing it hadn't happened, feeling, it was exactly the same when my grandmother passed away last year. It's amazing how much food can connect us to people that may not be with us anymore. For my other grandmothers funeral we were asked for our memories of her and at the time I had felt bad because my memory of her was her always having soup in the freezer ready to bring out when ever anyone turned up, but now I realise that food is my love language and that was a fitting tribute to her.

May your food memories of your loved ones live on ❤️

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