The blog post about the miscarriage. I published it.
I stared at the "publish" button for thirty minutes. I closed the laptop twice. I opened it again. I read the post one more time — about the bathroom floor and the single line and the curd rice and the grief that tasted like tamarind.
Then I pressed publish and immediately wanted to unpublish it and also wanted to throw my laptop into the ocean.
The response was different from the sambar post. The sambar post got likes and shares. The miscarriage post got messages. Private messages. From women I didn't know — women who had lost pregnancies and never talked about it, women who ate comfort food in the dark and never told anyone, women who said "I thought I was the only one."
One woman wrote: "I had three miscarriages before my son was born. Nobody in my family acknowledges them. They're not even footnotes. Thank you for making mine feel like chapters."
I cried at my desk at the pharmacy (bathroom, door locked, three minutes, professional recovery). Then I went back to counting pills and counseling patients and being competent while my phone buzzed with messages from strangers who were sharing the most private pain of their lives with a pharmacist who writes about food.
The blog is becoming something. Not big — maybe a hundred readers now — but deep. The people who read it aren't casual browsers. They're people who feel something when they read about sambar and miscarriage and the grandmother who measures in handfuls. They're my people, and I didn't know I had people.
I told Amma about the miscarriage post. She was quiet for a long time. Then she said, "You wrote about losing a baby?"
"Yes."
"I didn't know you lost a baby."
And there it was. The thing I never told her. The miscarriage she never knew about, because I was the good daughter who didn't share pain, who managed everything alone, who had "work ethic" instead of grief.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," I said.
"I'm sorry you didn't feel you could."
We sat in her kitchen — Anaya sleeping between us in the bouncer — and the silence was heavy and honest and necessary. Then Amma stood up and made rasam. Because that's what Lakshmi Krishnamurthy does when the world is hard.
The rasam was peppery and hot and it burned going down and it tasted like every time she'd ever stood between me and pain, even the times I didn't let her.
The blog is changing things. Not just for readers. For me.
Amma’s rasam isn’t something I can teach you — it lives in her hands and her silences and the specific weight of knowing when her daughter needs it. But this coconut curry cauliflower soup is what I make in my own kitchen when I need that same burn, that same pepper-hot comfort that says you are allowed to feel this. It has the same forward heat, the same golden color, the same quality of tasting like someone stood between you and the worst of it. Make it when the world is hard. Make it especially then.
Coconut Curry Cauliflower Soup
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 25 min | Total Time: 40 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 1 large head cauliflower, cut into florets (about 6 cups)
- 1 can (14 oz) full-fat coconut milk
- 2 cups vegetable broth
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 4 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 tablespoon fresh ginger, grated
- 2 tablespoons curry powder
- 1 teaspoon ground turmeric
- 1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper (more to taste)
- 1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
- 1 tablespoon olive oil or coconut oil
- 1 teaspoon salt, plus more to taste
- Juice of 1/2 lime
- Fresh cilantro, for serving
Instructions
- Sauté the aromatics. Heat oil in a large heavy-bottomed pot over medium heat. Add the onion and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened and translucent, about 5 to 6 minutes. Add the garlic and ginger and cook 1 minute more until fragrant.
- Bloom the spices. Add the curry powder, turmeric, cayenne, and black pepper directly to the pot. Stir constantly for 30 to 45 seconds, letting the spices toast against the bottom of the pan. This step is what gives the soup its depth — don’t rush it.
- Add the cauliflower. Add the cauliflower florets and stir well to coat every piece in the spiced onion mixture.
- Simmer. Pour in the coconut milk and vegetable broth. Stir to combine, scraping up any spices from the bottom. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat, then reduce to a steady simmer. Cover and cook 18 to 20 minutes, until the cauliflower is completely tender and falling apart when pressed.
- Blend until smooth. Use an immersion blender to puree the soup directly in the pot until velvety and smooth. Alternatively, carefully transfer in batches to a blender, venting the lid. Return to the pot if needed.
- Season and serve. Stir in the lime juice and taste for salt, pepper, and heat — add more cayenne if you want the soup to burn a little, the way good comfort food sometimes should. Ladle into bowls and top with fresh cilantro.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 230 | Protein: 5g | Fat: 17g | Carbs: 19g | Fiber: 5g | Sodium: 510mg
About the cook who shared this
Priya Krishnamurthy
Week 134 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.