The blog went live.
I published the first post — the sambar post — on Tuesday at 11 PM, after Anaya's last feeding, in the dark, with my heart pounding and my finger hovering over the "publish" button for approximately seven minutes before I pressed it.
The post is called "My Mother's Sambar (and Why I'll Never Get It Right)." It's about Amma's sambar, about measuring in handfuls, about the difference between a recipe and an inheritance. It's eight hundred words and it took me six weeks to write because every sentence felt like I was undressing in public.
I shared it on Facebook. My personal Facebook, where my audience is: Amma (who uses Facebook to share temple event photos and like every picture of Anaya), Arvind (who uses Facebook to follow MMA fighters), three pharmacy colleagues, and approximately two hundred acquaintances from high school and pharmacy school.
Within twenty-four hours: forty-seven likes, twelve comments, and three shares. The comments were mostly from women I know — "I feel this," "My mom's cooking is the same way," "You made me cry at work." But there were also comments from people I don't know — friends of friends, strangers who found the post through shares. One woman in California wrote: "I've been trying to recreate my grandmother's kimchi for fifteen years and it's never right. Thank you for understanding."
Kimchi. Not sambar. A different country, a different cuisine, a different grandmother. But the same story: the food we inherit, the food we can't replicate, the food that connects us to people we're losing or have lost.
I showed Amma the post. She read it on my phone, holding it at arm's length (she needs reading glasses but refuses to wear them in public). She was quiet for a long time.
"You wrote about my sambar," she said.
"I wrote about you."
"The measurements are wrong. I don't use 'a generous pinch.' I use the right amount."
"Amma. The measurements aren't the point."
She looked at me. Then she said, "It's good writing, Priya." And she handed back the phone and went to the kitchen to make chai, which is what Lakshmi Krishnamurthy does when she has feelings she doesn't know how to express.
"It's good writing." Four words. The equivalent of Appa's "Good." The Krishnamurthy review: brief, devastating, sufficient.
I published the dosa post next. Then the filter coffee post. The blog is alive. The writing is out there. The sambar is public.
I'm terrified. I'm exhilarated. I'm a pharmacist with a blog about her mother's cooking and a baby who sleeps through her mother's creative crises.
Let's see what happens.
After I pressed publish and the comments started coming in — the women who cried at work, the stranger in California with her grandmother’s kimchi — I still had to feed myself. Anaya was finally asleep, Arvind was on the couch, and I was too wired to reconstruct anything from memory the way Amma does, measuring nothing and knowing everything. So I made this: a curry turkey stir-fry, weeknight and imprecise and mine, fragrant enough to feel like an homage without the weight of getting it exactly right. It isn’t her sambar. It isn’t trying to be. But it smelled like something, and that was enough for that particular Tuesday night.
Curry Turkey Stir-Fry
Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 20 minutes | Total Time: 35 minutes | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 1 lb ground turkey
- 1 tbsp vegetable oil
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 tbsp fresh ginger, grated
- 1 red bell pepper, thinly sliced
- 1 cup frozen peas
- 2 tbsp curry powder
- 1/2 tsp ground turmeric
- 1/4 tsp cayenne pepper (optional)
- 1/2 cup low-sodium chicken broth
- 1 tbsp soy sauce
- Salt and black pepper to taste
- Fresh cilantro, for garnish
- Cooked basmati rice, for serving
Instructions
- Prep your vegetables. Dice the onion, mince the garlic, grate the ginger, and slice the bell pepper. Have everything ready before the heat goes on — this moves quickly once it starts.
- Brown the turkey. Heat the oil in a large skillet or wok over medium-high heat. Add the ground turkey, breaking it apart with a wooden spoon, and cook until no pink remains, about 6–8 minutes. Season lightly with salt and pepper. Transfer to a plate and set aside.
- Build the aromatics. In the same skillet, add the onion and cook over medium heat until softened and translucent, about 3 minutes. Add the garlic and ginger and stir constantly for 1 minute until fragrant.
- Bloom the spices. Add the curry powder, turmeric, and cayenne (if using) directly to the onion mixture. Stir well and cook for 30–60 seconds, letting the spices toast slightly in the oil. This step matters — don’t skip it.
- Add vegetables and broth. Return the turkey to the pan. Add the bell pepper, frozen peas, chicken broth, and soy sauce. Stir everything together and cook over medium heat for 5–6 minutes, until the pepper is just tender and the liquid has reduced slightly.
- Taste and adjust. Season with additional salt, pepper, or a pinch more curry powder as needed. The right amount is whatever tastes right to you.
- Serve. Spoon over basmati rice and garnish with fresh cilantro. Serve immediately.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 275 | Protein: 29g | Fat: 11g | Carbs: 16g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 340mg
About the cook who shared this
Priya Krishnamurthy
Week 129 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.