HE EARLIEST MEMORIES I have of my mother include her cooking up a storm in the kitchen and going on adventurous road trips where all of us would be bundled up in my father’s Ambassador car. My mother was a meticulous planner, so we were always well stocked during our trips—from mouth-watering mutton cutlets and Sofiyani chicken biryani (white biryani cookeda South Indian stir fried dish made with chickpeas or other legumes) and soba noodles, there was a lot to choose from.
