Amma's cognitive test. The follow-up, six months since the last one.
I drove Appa and Amma to the doctor. This time, Appa didn't resist my coming — a sign that he's scared too, that the fortress of denial he's built around Amma's health has developed cracks.
Dr. Subramanian administered the MMSE again. I sat in the waiting room and counted the ceiling tiles (thirty-seven) because counting is what I do when I can't control anything else.
The result: 24 out of 30. Down one point from six months ago. Down two points from the first test. The line is going down.
Twenty-four is still technically within the normal range. But the trend. The trend.
Dr. Subramanian, this time, didn't suggest a referral to a neurologist. He made one. "I'd like Lakshmi to see a specialist," he said, looking at Appa, and this time Appa didn't argue. He nodded. Once. The nod of a man who has run out of walls.
The neurologist appointment is in February.
I drove home in silence. Appa sat in the passenger seat and Amma sat in the back and Amma said, "What did he say?" and Appa said, "Everything is fine," and I gripped the steering wheel and said nothing because the lie is necessary right now. The lie is how we get her to the neurologist. The lie is how we keep going.
At home, I held Anaya. Seven months old, smelling like baby soap and banana, warm and alive and growing. I held her while the number 24 sat in my chest like a stone.
I didn't cook. Raj ordered pizza. The pizza was fine. Nothing was fine. Everything was fine. Anaya ate a small piece of crust and smiled and the smile was the only true thing in the apartment.
Twenty-four. Down from twenty-six. Down from where she should be. The line is going down.
But she's still here. She's still cooking. She still knows the sambar recipe. She still knows me.
For now.
Raj ordered pizza that night, and I let him, because I had nothing left to give the kitchen. But the next morning, after Anaya went down for her first nap and the apartment was quiet and the number 24 was still sitting in my chest, I needed to do something with my hands that wasn’t counting ceiling tiles. Tomato soup — just tomatoes, just warmth, just the smell of something becoming something else on the stove — felt like the only recipe I could trust myself to make. Amma always said that when you don’t know what to cook, you start with tomatoes.
Tomato Soup
Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 30 minutes | Total Time: 40 minutes | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- 1 medium yellow onion, roughly chopped
- 4 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 can (28 oz) crushed tomatoes
- 1 can (14.5 oz) diced tomatoes
- 1 1/2 cups vegetable broth
- 1 teaspoon sugar
- 1/2 teaspoon dried basil
- 1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
- 1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes (optional)
- Salt and black pepper, to taste
- 1/4 cup heavy cream or coconut cream (optional, for richness)
- Fresh basil or a drizzle of olive oil, for serving
Instructions
- Sauté the aromatics. Heat olive oil in a large pot or Dutch oven over medium heat. Add the chopped onion and cook, stirring occasionally, for 6–8 minutes until softened and translucent. Add the garlic and cook for another 1 minute until fragrant.
- Add the tomatoes and broth. Pour in the crushed tomatoes, diced tomatoes, and vegetable broth. Stir to combine, scraping up any browned bits from the bottom of the pot.
- Season and simmer. Stir in the sugar, dried basil, oregano, and red pepper flakes if using. Season with salt and black pepper. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to low and simmer uncovered for 20 minutes, stirring occasionally, to let the flavors develop.
- Blend the soup. Use an immersion blender to blend the soup directly in the pot until smooth, or carefully transfer in batches to a countertop blender. Blend until you reach your desired consistency — fully smooth or slightly chunky.
- Finish and taste. If using cream, stir it in now over low heat. Taste and adjust salt, pepper, or sugar as needed. Heat through for 2–3 minutes without boiling.
- Serve. Ladle into bowls and top with fresh basil, a drizzle of olive oil, or a swirl of cream. Serve with crusty bread, grilled cheese, or just as it is.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 165 | Protein: 4g | Fat: 8g | Carbs: 22g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 620mg
About the cook who shared this
Priya Krishnamurthy
Week 145 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.