THE DANCE OF THE MUSTARD, THE AROMA OF THE COCONUT OIL WAFTING IN THE SLIGHTLY SMOKY KITCHEN, THE TANG OF THE TAMARIND, THE SUGAR, THE SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE.... THE MEMORIES OF MOM'S KITCHEN WHERE I USED TO HANG AROUND TO QUENCH MY HUNGER; THE HOPE WAS TO GET THE FIRST TASTE OF ANYTHING MOM'S DISHES OUT BEFORE MY BROS OR SIS'. OH I MISS THOSE DAYS, BUT NOW I WANT TO RECREATE THAT MAGIC- TO REMIND MYSELF, TO LET THE WORLD KNOW ABOUT IT.
