Sujatha Bagal

Stories and essays on food, travel, culture.

Working Out the Kinks in the Inter-Generational Recipe Transfer Protocol

My new essay on The Aerogram:

So each time we sat down at my breakfast table I would bring out not only all our assorted notes, my computer, and pens and pencils, but also my measuring cups and spoons. One day, even a golf ball ended up on the table. My mother-in-law held up her fingers for the nth time to indicate a piece of jaggery or tamarind, I forget now, and since we had decided that ‘lemon-sized’ as an indication of the required amount was just not going to cut it, we were casting about for something more standard.

Eventually, though, the golf ball too went out the window and we resorted to the cookbook mainstays — tablespoons and teaspoons — instead. We would eye-ball the amounts that seemed right, set it out on a plate and measure each ingredient with cups and spoons, and we were on our way.

The rest is here: Food is the Tie that Binds and Nourishes the Soul

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This entry was posted on November 11, 2013 by in Food Writing, Personal Essays, Published and tagged , , , .
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