There are so many memories of food. My dad makes the best vegan food.
Whenever some tasty food was served to us (me and my brother) we immediately asked- "Who has cooked Mom or Dad?"
"Do you think Mom can make this?" dad proudly replied.
On our birthday eve, Dad asked- "What do you wanna have tomorrow?" My brother always had pizza.
We would also decide the flavors of our cake. Mostly brother went for chocolate and I loved mango.
Every season, my father prepared a different dish, and we enjoyed rating them.
My grandma used to send sweets, pickles, and veggies. We praised them a lot. My father asked who was a better cook me or grandma, and we always took grandma's side to tease dad. There was a cheerful atmosphere at the dining table.
(It's a true story)
