May. Thirty-two weeks pregnant. Rohan is the size of a large jicama (the pregnancy apps have run out of common fruits and are now using vegetables nobody has heard of). He kicks constantly, aggressively, with the energy of a boy who has somewhere to be.
Anaya's third birthday is next month. She's fully three in personality — the questions have started. "Why is the sky blue? Why do birds fly? Why does Paati forget things?"
That last one. She asked it on Saturday, during Amma's visit. Amma had called her by the wrong name — "Meena" instead of "Anaya" — and corrected herself immediately, but Anaya noticed.
"Paati called me Meena."
"Paati made a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes."
"But why does Paati forget my name?"
How do you explain Alzheimer's to a three-year-old? You don't. You can't. You say: "Sometimes Paati's brain mixes up words. Like when you call a banana a 'nana.' Her brain does something like that sometimes."
"Oh," Anaya said. "Paati's brain says nana instead of banana."
"Something like that."
"That's okay. I still love Paati."
The simplicity of a child's love. No diagnosis, no score, no prognosis. Just: I still love Paati. End of analysis.
Amma, when I told her what Anaya said, was quiet. Then: "She's a good girl."
"She is."
"She has my eyes."
"She does."
"Tell her I know her name. I always know her name. The word got lost, not the knowing."
The word got lost, not the knowing. I wrote it down. Page two hundred and nineteen of the leather journal. The most important sentence Amma has ever said.
I made Amma's kozhukattai — the steamed dumplings she makes for Ganesh Chaturthi. Not because it's Ganesh Chaturthi but because dumplings require precise hand work — the pleating, the shaping, the focus — and I needed my hands to be busy while my heart processed what my mother just said about words getting lost.
The dumplings were shaped well. Better than before. Practice makes something — not perfect, but something.
The kozhukattai helped — the pleating and pressing and focusing on the exact right fold — but the cardamom lingered on my hands afterward, and I found myself pulling out something sweeter for the days that followed. Hetal Vasavada’s pistachio cardamom crinkle cake has become my other hands-busy recipe: the batter is simple enough to make while thirty-two weeks pregnant and heartbroken, and the scent of cardamom is so specifically the smell of Amma’s kitchen that baking it feels like an act of remembering. I made it for Anaya, who said it tasted like “green and warm,” which I thought was the most accurate description of cardamom I’d ever heard from anyone of any age.
Hetal Vasavada Pistachio Cardamom Crinkle Cake
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 45 min | Total Time: 1 hr | Servings: 9
Ingredients
- 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter
- 1 cup all-purpose flour
- 1 1/2 tsp baking powder
- 1/4 tsp fine salt
- 1 1/2 tsp ground cardamom
- 3/4 cup granulated sugar
- 2 large eggs, room temperature
- 1 cup whole milk
- 1 tsp pure vanilla extract
- 1/2 tsp rose water (optional but lovely)
- 1/2 cup shelled pistachios, finely ground
- 1/4 cup shelled pistachios, roughly chopped, for topping
- 2 tbsp powdered sugar, for dusting
Instructions
- Preheat and melt. Heat oven to 375°F. Place butter in a 9x9-inch baking pan and set it in the oven for 5–7 minutes until fully melted and just beginning to foam at the edges. Watch carefully; you want golden, not brown.
- Build the batter. In a large bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, salt, cardamom, and sugar. Add eggs, milk, vanilla, and rose water (if using); whisk until the batter is completely smooth with no lumps. Fold in the finely ground pistachios.
- Pour — do not stir. Carefully pull the hot pan from the oven and pour the batter directly over the melted butter. Do not mix. The butter will rise and pool around the edges; this is what creates the signature crisp crinkle border.
- Top and bake. Scatter the roughly chopped pistachios evenly over the surface. Bake for 40–45 minutes, until the edges are deep golden and crisp, the top is set and lightly cracked, and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out with just a few moist crumbs.
- Rest and finish. Let the cake cool in the pan for at least 10 minutes — the edges will continue to crisp as it rests. Dust generously with powdered sugar. Cut into 9 squares and serve warm or at room temperature.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 290 | Protein: 6g | Fat: 17g | Carbs: 31g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 140mg
About the cook who shared this
Priya Krishnamurthy
Week 266 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.