{"id":290,"date":"2021-09-19T23:59:45","date_gmt":"2021-09-19T23:59:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thekitchensingh.com\/?p=290"},"modified":"2021-12-31T20:20:50","modified_gmt":"2021-12-31T20:20:50","slug":"a-return-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/192.168.4.20\/2021\/09\/19\/a-return-home\/","title":{"rendered":"A Return Home"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
COVID fucking sucks. The end of 2019 was pretty freaking awesome. I got married and was able to celebrate with friends and family. Little did I know that was the last time I’d see my mom in person for 22 months. Frequent phone calls, and the occasional video chat, while much needed, were not a replacement for being able to sit around my mom’s table eating her food. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Food is how my mother shows affection. If she feeds you, she likes you. It’s something my friends and my brother’s friends have figured out – my mom can’t resist feeding anyone that hints at being hungry. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
So after 22 gruelling months, my wife and I were finally able to go home for a visit. The first thing my mom asked was what we wanted to eat. Since the visit was only 72 hours long, I had to be judicious about what I wanted. Finally settled on something basic that I don’t make for myself, but I’ve been craving…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fry Bake, tomato choka and fried aloo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yup, simple homecooking. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The recipe below is what I’ve been able to tease out of my mother and cross-referenced against other sources. My mother is such a pro at this she doesn’t measure anything. She instinctually knows how much of everything goes into a dish by sight, feel and smell. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
To me, this meal encompasses the best of all the simple pleasures of West Indian cooking. It’s a stripped down version of something you might find on a table in India, but it’s still delicious and uniquely Caribbean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Share this meal with friends and loved ones. Pig out with reckless abandon and don’t feel bad about it. If you and I ever cross paths, maybe we can visit my mom. She’d love nothing better than to sit at the kitchen table with us shooting the breeze while we eat everything coming out her pot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n