My father speaks almost exclusively in the form of food. His green, coconut curry with marlin means ÔÇÿI love youÔÇÖ. We were a basmati rice household, but I didnÔÇÖt like basmati rice, so he broke out the jasmine rice just for special occasions. The curry was always simmering far before I would come home from school. Little tidal pools of chilli oil accumulating in the … Continue reading Parents Know Best: Inheriting a Love of Food