07/06/2026
I have always believed in the therapeutic benefits of cooking. Over the years it has given me comfort whenever the going got tough.
Last couple of days it has again helped my navigate my emotions. My gran, Moni, who has been my inspiration in so many ways, including in the kitchen, was in the hospital last couple of weeks. She turned 100 last year. And even though she doesn’t have any illness as such (touchwood), it seems like her body is packing up. After a lot of deliberation, we decided to bring her back home today, so that she can be in a familiar environment, with my uncle, who has devoted his life to caring for her and my mum, by her side.
Medically speaking, it might be a matter of days. But you never know. Because Moni’s zest for life is unparalleled. And she is a fighter! She has sprung back to life so many times.
My mind has been overwhelmed with conflicting thoughts and emotions.
In all this, I found my happy zone in cooking—for a client-turned-friend/sister, Muna Di.
She had given me a free rein to cook her a variety of freezer foods. Last couple of days I found myself cooking foods that Moni would dish up effortlessly, using a handful of ingredients—even using up leftover vegetables and all sorts. These are all familiar foods in traditional Bengali kitchens, but they have no recipe. You make it up as you go along.
Moni would often put prawns (one of my favourite things) in vegetable dishes to tempt me to eat my five a day (I used to be a very fussy eater). I did the same with a stir fry cauliflower-potato-spring onion dish I made right at the end today. It was as if Moni held my hand as I chopped and fried.
It was an out-of-body experience because at the same time, I was transported back to my Moni’s hot, humid, greasy kitchen where magic happened. I’d sit by the door to watch her cook one dish after another. And if she asked me to stir this or pick up that, it’d make my day!…
Later this evening, Muna Di’s heartfelt text about how today’s food reminded her of her own gran and mum, brought me happiness beyond words.
It made me realise that legacy of our grans live on forever in familiar tastes, smells, flavours… in foods that nourish our soul. ❤️