afang soup

Amma taught me afang soup through patience and love, her hands moving with the grace of generations. When I moved away from Tamil Nadu, I carried her recipes like precious gems. Years later, my PaybookClub members gathered around my kitchen table, curious about this Nigerian-inspired dish I'd adapted with tamarind and asafoetida. Their eyes sparkled as they tasted something entirely new yet somehow familiar. My friend whispered, "This is greedy-good." We laughed, passing bowls around, each spoonful bridging continents. In that moment, I understood diaspora wasn't about leaving home—it was about bringing it everywhere, feeding others the warmth of where you're from.