Beautiful piece. It reminded me of my grandma, of course. I know her way of expressing love is by making the dishes we love. This also reminded me how I knew she accepted my boyfriend as part of our family when he came to visit one day and she made a full spread for him after asking, “are you hungry?”
An evocative reflection that made me think of my Gran (bless her, desperately missed). She always asked what I was cooking and was delighted when I would tell her about the meal I was making; as though the menu was proof I was taking care of myself the way she took care of me as a child. This only intensified when I moved overseas - to the extent she made and couriered a vinarterta to me because she was convinced the cake was too fussy/complicated for me to make (it isn’t and I still make it)
This was a beautiful reflection! While I don't have the experience of a grandparent, I've started to notice my parents stocking up on fruits I like, or asking me, their adult daughter, living independently, if I need toilet paper. These seemingly small acts are love in motion and I'm grateful for this reflection and opportunity to connect to a larger shared experience.
An honour to write for one of my favourite newsletters. Thank you for having me Cat 💕💕💕
Gorgeous reflection on bengali food and love. I knew a loved someone when I wondered if he had eaten. I always ask this question now like your nani
Beautiful piece. It reminded me of my grandma, of course. I know her way of expressing love is by making the dishes we love. This also reminded me how I knew she accepted my boyfriend as part of our family when he came to visit one day and she made a full spread for him after asking, “are you hungry?”
An evocative reflection that made me think of my Gran (bless her, desperately missed). She always asked what I was cooking and was delighted when I would tell her about the meal I was making; as though the menu was proof I was taking care of myself the way she took care of me as a child. This only intensified when I moved overseas - to the extent she made and couriered a vinarterta to me because she was convinced the cake was too fussy/complicated for me to make (it isn’t and I still make it)
This was a beautiful reflection! While I don't have the experience of a grandparent, I've started to notice my parents stocking up on fruits I like, or asking me, their adult daughter, living independently, if I need toilet paper. These seemingly small acts are love in motion and I'm grateful for this reflection and opportunity to connect to a larger shared experience.