Amma went home. The apartment feels too quiet without her — no jet-engine wet grinder at 6 AM, no Tamil radio from the kitchen, no Amma-commentary on everything from my spice organization to Anaya's sleep schedule.
But the recipes stay. One hundred and twenty pages. Twenty-three dishes documented in detail so granular that I've included things like: "Amma stands slightly to the left of the stove when she tempers — right arm stirring, left hand adding spices in a specific order: mustard seeds first (wait for pop), then urad dal (wait for golden), then chana dal (quick — it burns fast), then curry leaves (step back — they spit), then asafoetida (a pinch — her pinch, which is larger than most)."
This is not a recipe. This is a portrait. A physical, spatial, kinesthetic portrait of a woman cooking, captured in words because the woman herself might not always be able to do it.
The neurologist appointment is next month. I'm trying not to think about it. I'm failing.
At work, the MTM program has thirty patients now. We've started tracking outcomes for a research paper — Dr. Okafor wants to publish the data. A published paper. My name on a research paper about pharmacist-led medication therapy management. The pharmacist daughter of immigrants, published in a medical journal.
Amma would be proud, if she knew. She'd express it as: "That's good. When are you eating lunch?"
I made her rasam tonight — the pepper version, from her recipe, from my notebook. I followed every step. I measured the way she measures (by hand, by feel, by the specific weight of a "generous pinch"). I tempered the way she tempers (mustard seeds first, urad dal second, curry leaves third, asafoetida fourth).
It was close. Not exact — it never is — but close. Close enough that when I closed my eyes and tasted it, I was in her kitchen.
Anaya ate rasam rice for dinner. Her eighth month. Two more teeth. Crawling everywhere. Saying "ba-ba-ba" in a constant stream that Raj insists will become "Papa" any day now. (It won't. But let him hope.)
Close is not exact. But close is what I have. And close, with love, is enough.
Rasam takes years to learn — Amma’s rasam, specifically, may take a lifetime. But the night she left, I still needed something warm and spiced and deeply fragrant to carry me through the quiet. This chai butternut squash soup isn’t rasam. It doesn’t pretend to be. But the cardamom and ginger and warming spices do the same thing Amma’s pepper broth does: they fill a room with the smell of care. I made it the following evening, when Anaya was asleep and the apartment felt too still, and it reminded me that warmth doesn’t have only one recipe.
Chai Butternut Squash Soup
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 35 min | Total Time: 50 min | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 1 medium butternut squash (about 3 lbs), peeled, seeded, and cubed
- 1 tablespoon olive oil or coconut oil
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 tablespoon fresh ginger, grated
- 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
- 1/2 teaspoon ground cardamom
- 1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
- 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon ground allspice
- 3 cups vegetable broth
- 1 cup full-fat coconut milk
- 1 teaspoon honey or maple syrup
- Salt to taste
- Toasted pepitas and a drizzle of coconut milk, for serving
Instructions
- Sauté the aromatics. Heat oil in a large pot over medium heat. Add the onion and cook 5–6 minutes until softened and translucent. Add the garlic and ginger and stir for 1 minute until fragrant.
- Bloom the spices. Add the cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, black pepper, and allspice directly to the pot. Stir constantly for 30–45 seconds, letting the spices toast against the bottom of the pot — this is what builds the depth.
- Add squash and broth. Add the cubed butternut squash and pour in the vegetable broth. Stir to combine. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to a steady simmer.
- Cook until tender. Simmer uncovered for 20–25 minutes, until the squash is completely fork-tender and beginning to break down at the edges.
- Blend until smooth. Remove from heat. Using an immersion blender (or carefully transferring in batches to a stand blender), puree the soup until completely smooth and velvety.
- Finish with coconut milk. Return the pot to low heat and stir in the coconut milk and honey or maple syrup. Taste and adjust salt. Heat gently for 3–4 minutes — do not boil.
- Serve. Ladle into bowls and top with a swirl of coconut milk and a handful of toasted pepitas. Eat while it’s warm.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 195 | Protein: 3g | Fat: 11g | Carbs: 26g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 380mg
About the cook who shared this
Priya Krishnamurthy
Week 148 of Priya’s 30-year story
· Edison, New Jersey
Priya is a pharmacist, wife, and mom of two in Edison, New Jersey — the town she grew up in, surrounded by the sights and smells of her mother's South Indian kitchen. These days, she splits her time between the hospital pharmacy, school pickups, and her own kitchen, where she cooks nearly every night. Her style is a blend of the Tamil recipes her mother taught her and the American comfort food her kids actually want to eat. She writes about the beautiful mess of balancing two cultures on one plate — and she wants you to know that ordering pizza is also an act of love.