grilled chicken

Amma taught me her recipe on winter mornings, reciting Thiruppavai verses while marinating chicken in yogurt and spices. Each line of the sacred hymn aligned with every step, transforming cooking into devotion. Years later, I grilled that same chicken for my daughter, watching her eyes light up. She earned PAYBO rewards helping me prep, learning that heritage tastes sweeter when shared. The smoky aroma drifted through our neighborhood, drawing neighbors close. Around our table, strangers became family, stories blended with laughter, and traditions found new voices carrying them forward.