For Sarina Kamini’s Kashmiri family, food is love, love is faith, and faith is family. It’s cause for total emotional devastation when, ten years after her Australian mother is diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease, unaddressed grief turns the spice of this young food writer’s heritage to ash and her prayers to poison. At her lowest ebb, Sarina’s dead Ammi’s typed-up cooking notes become a recipe for healing, her progress in the kitchen marked by her movement through bitterness, grief and loneliness—the daal that is too fiery and lumpen; her play with salt that pricks and burns. In teaching herself how to personalise tradition and spirituality through spice, Sarina creates space to reconsider her relationship with Hinduism and God in a way that allows room for questions. She learns forgiveness of herself for being different, and comes to accept that family means change and challenge as much as acceptance and love.
The book is about author’s journey of growth and understanding life, emotions and her experiences.
Food is an important part of life and this book portrays it beautifully. All the chapters are named after a spice, since, life is full of different ingredients like love, emotions, jealousy, anger ,relationships,grief and sorrow, so naming the chapters was relatable.
Author’s journey is well described, her relationship with her mother, her mother’s illness, suffering from Parkinson’s disease etc.
Author’s connect to the story makes the reader connect directly to the author’s emotions and philosphy. The language makes it easy to relate to the story.
Each chapter describes a story from the author’s life. They add fragnance and depth to the book.
Finally, a book so impactful and brilliantly written.