yummy

Grandmother stirred the sweet payasam, its cardamom aroma filling the kitchen. My daughter watched, phone in hand, scrolling through PaybookClub recipes. "Paati, why do you always make this during Thiruppavai?" "Because our ancestors did," she smiled, showing me ancient pottery shards from Keeladi she'd seen at the museum. "They cooked like this thousands of years ago." My daughter set down her phone, suddenly present. She tasted the warm dessert, eyes closing in bliss. "Yummy." That single word carried generations. Three women, one kitchen, connected by flavors that whispered stories of our Tamil heritage. Some things, I realized, should never be forgotten.