Ammachi would make me a quick snack everyday after I returned from school. The 'snacks' would range from bread omelette, masala dosai, onion pakoda, kozhukatai, and Vadai.
After filling my stomach. Sometimes, I would tell her, 'Sweet a yedhuvum illaya ammachi'. And before I could sip my tea, she would make this Kuzhandhai Alwa. I think it was she who named it. I'm not sure.
Today after a few years of culinary experience. I guessed the ingredients and with the help of Google momma, I figured out how to make it.
However, it didn't taste like ammachi's. Even if she had given me the recipe, it wouldn't have tasted like hers. Because I could never get the most important ingredient of all and that is - her unconditional love for me.
I always loved my grandparents very much. But I never imagined that their memories and impact would be so ingrained in my life. I wish I loved them and appreciated more when they were around.
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