Oh, ajiaco! My mother makes something close with the vegetables we grow on our little patch — potatoes so soft they melt, and a handful of local greens. We never had chicken in it growing up, ae bhai, but the comfort is the same; you feel it in your bones after a long day walking to families in the basti. Suna ta? Maybe that’s what all these slow-cooked pots teach us — that the best way to make something stretch far enough for everyone is to share the fire.
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