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Growing up as a first-generation South Indian kid in the U.S., I frequently experienced a confusing pull between identities. But, if there’s one thing that helped me understand and keep my Indian identity alive, it was cooking. Specifically, watching my mom cook. The first thing she ever taught me how to make was the perfect cup of chaya (tea) and from there, it turned into this wonderful understanding of not only her, but how she influenced me. Join me on my adventures through South Indian (and other) cooking.

 

Love,

Ann

 

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