it hardly seems
a moment passed
before the coming home
have no end
I’m incredibly happy and excited to be published, yet again, in the latest issue of the Supper Club Magazine, an international magazine bringing together recipes and stories from around the world and celebrating people, culture and roots. The winter issue is titled “Nourishing Dishes and Stories To Begin Again” and it’s filled with delicious comfort food and heartfelt stories. This time, I’m sharing my family recipe for Gujarati rice pudding along with a story of the settlement of my Gujarati community here in Montréal.
Here is an excerpt from “Coming Home”:
…. By this time, despite an exodus following the 1980 Québec sovereignty referendum, we numbered in the thousands, and my peers and I, the first generation of children to arrive here, were grown up and on the brink of grasping the dreams made possible to us by our parents; the first Canadian born generation following closely behind. The custom of sitting on the floor for dining was lost and replaced with larger dining tables. The conversation around the table was now in equal parts Gujarati and English. What didn’t change was the food we ate and served, still the same curries and dals, still rice and rotis. Every so often, my parents would reminisce of the early years, recount stories of the hardships they faced, the obstacles they overcame, and without fail, each time, my mother would recount how on the day we first arrived, at the airport, in all the cheer and excitement, I had tugged at her saree and whispered fearfully “I want to go home.” I vaguely remember that she had replied “We are home.”