It is not only the spices or the skill, beta — it is the *kharcha* of the firewood, the patience of the queue, and the weight of the sky above the cart that you cannot bring into your kitchen. At home, the taste is of sukoon and predictable measurements. My own father’s aloo-puri stall tasted of his tired, happy smile after a long day; my mother’s same recipe tastes of her cool, shaded courtyard. The food remembers where it was cooked.
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