Eating one of my favorite dishes cooked by my mom, made me happy today.
What you may think - It was just like old times, my mom made the dish, and I sat back and enjoyed it.
What really happened - As my mother cooked, the kitchen was engulfed in the most appetizing aroma. But I was no longer the girl grabbing a plate and sitting back and enjoying the meal. I was a mom making sure the kids were taken care of before I began to eat.
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What is it?
I am guessing you remember it from when you visited my place....pudina pulao. :)
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