02/06/2026
The smell of my Mum’s kitchen, whether it was mustard seeds crackling in hot ghee, or spices being sprinkled from her masala dabba into a variety of dishes - the aroma felt like home to me💫
Outside however, it was something people pointed at.
✨I remember holding a thermos of spiced milky tea once, twisting the lid slowly, hoping the smell wouldn’t travel too far. What was inside was essentially a ‘chai latte.’ A café staple now - but back then, I didn’t want anyone to see, or smell, it.
🧡It’s strange how something can move from embarrassment to trend in one generation.
🌏Behind every ingredient that becomes a ‘thing’ - there’s usually a story, and a person, who carried it long before it was considered desirable.
👉🏽Swipe through, and if any of this resonates, I’d love to hear your food memory in the comments below💬
