My family was not well off back then. We didn’t enjoy expensive meals or new stuff every other month just like the rich kids over the street did. Little gifts such as my mother’s cooking was something to look forward to every day. My mother was a wonderful cook. With the best cookware set she owned, which was a rather cheap one, my mother could make cuisines. Every evening we would await the aroma of spices wafting from the kitchen and look forward to a meal of bread and curry with happiness. Once or twice a year, she would conjure up something scrumptious enough to make our mouths water for days.