The world erupted this week. George Floyd. Minneapolis. The protests spreading across every city in America. Edison is quiet but the conversation is loud — on screens, on phones, in the hearts of everyone who has ever felt the weight of being other in America.
I'm not going to write about politics. But I'll write about what it feels like to be the daughter of immigrants watching a country argue about who belongs here. Amma and Appa came to America in 1985 with four hundred dollars and the belief that this country would be fair. Thirty-five years later, the country is on fire and fairness is a debate.
I thought about Appa's Fourth of July speech — the one at the temple, years ago, where he talked about his village and the visa and the rain. "This is a good country," he said. "We chose a good country." He still believes that. I'm trying to.
Anaya is two. She doesn't understand any of this. She understands: swing, cookie, Paati on phone, Amma cook, Dada home. Her world is small and safe and I want to keep it that way for as long as I can, knowing that I can't.
Raj and I talked — actually talked, not logistics, not schedules, but talked. Sitting on the back porch after Anaya's bedtime, in the warm June air, about the protests and the virus and the fact that we haven't had a real conversation in three months.
"I miss you," I said.
"I'm right here."
"You're at the hospital. Even when you're here, you're at the hospital."
He was quiet. Then: "I know. I'm sorry."
"I'm not blaming you. I'm saying I miss you."
"I miss you too."
We sat in the quiet. It wasn't a solution. But it was a start.
I made Amma's biryani for dinner. Not because it's a special occasion — because biryani takes four hours, and four hours of cooking is four hours of not scrolling, not eating at the counter, not watching the world burn. Biryani is an act of refusal: I refuse to let this day be only about loss. I refuse to surrender the kitchen to the crisis.
The biryani was excellent. The conversation was a beginning. The world is on fire but the rice is perfectly layered.
The biryani I made that night was Amma’s recipe — four hours, start to finish, and every one of those hours was a quiet refusal to let the day swallow me whole. I’ve shared a version here that translates that same intention into something a little more weeknight-ready: a chicken quinoa bowl built on the same principle of layering, of patience, of feeding the people you love something that took real effort. It won’t take four hours. But it will ask you to be present, and some days, that’s exactly what you need.
Chicken Quinoa Bowl
Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 30 minutes | Total Time: 45 minutes | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 1 1/2 lbs boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cut into 1-inch cubes
- 1 1/2 cups quinoa, rinsed
- 3 cups low-sodium chicken broth
- 1 can (15 oz) chickpeas, drained and rinsed
- 1 cup cherry tomatoes, halved
- 1 medium cucumber, diced
- 1/2 red onion, thinly sliced
- 2 tablespoons olive oil, divided
- 1 teaspoon ground cumin
- 1 teaspoon smoked paprika
- 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
- 1/2 teaspoon ground coriander
- Salt and black pepper to taste
- Juice of 1 lemon
- 1/4 cup fresh parsley or cilantro, chopped
- 1/4 cup plain Greek yogurt (for serving)
Instructions
- Cook the quinoa. Combine quinoa and chicken broth in a medium saucepan over medium-high heat. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to low, cover, and simmer for 15 minutes until liquid is absorbed. Remove from heat and let stand, covered, for 5 minutes. Fluff with a fork.
- Season the chicken. In a medium bowl, toss the chicken cubes with 1 tablespoon olive oil, cumin, smoked paprika, garlic powder, coriander, salt, and pepper until evenly coated.
- Cook the chicken. Heat the remaining 1 tablespoon olive oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Add the chicken in a single layer and cook, undisturbed, for 4–5 minutes until golden on the bottom. Flip and cook another 4–5 minutes until cooked through and no longer pink. Remove from heat.
- Warm the chickpeas. In the same skillet, add the drained chickpeas and stir over medium heat for 2–3 minutes until warmed through and lightly crisped. Season with a pinch of salt and paprika.
- Assemble the bowls. Divide the quinoa evenly among four bowls. Top each with the spiced chicken, chickpeas, cherry tomatoes, cucumber, and red onion. Squeeze fresh lemon juice over everything.
- Finish and serve. Garnish with fresh parsley or cilantro and a dollop of Greek yogurt. Serve immediately.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 510 | Protein: 46g | Fat: 13g | Carbs: 48g | Fiber: 7g | Sodium: 420mg
About the cook who shared this
Priya Krishnamurthy
Week 219 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.