Every time we cook, we weave a story. Most of the times, mixed in with the ingredients are memories of the food we grew up eating. Often, we want to cook a dish just like mom does, or make something just like we had eaten somewhere. Food evokes emotion. How else do you explain the pleasure at inhaling the aromas of a baking bread, the smoky goodness of ‘tadka’ from a kitchen, the desire to eat pakode when it rains or sip a ginger tea? It’s all etched in the memory and comes back at the slightest triggers. …