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As we cooked, she taught me phrases and words in Hindi, Gujarati, and even some Urdu. I was a sponge, soaking up the language like a hungry plant drinks water.

When I was young, I didn't speak the languages she did. I was a product of American schools, where English was the only language that mattered. But in my mother's kitchen, language was a flexible thing. It was a tool, a seasoning, a way to add depth and love to the food. A Multicultural Reader Daniel Bonevac.epub

Now, as I cook in my own kitchen, I hear my mother's voice, whispering instructions in my ear. I chop the onions and ginger, just as she taught me, and the smell transports me back to her kitchen, where language and love and food blended together in a delicious, heady stew. As we cooked, she taught me phrases and

My mother chuckled. "That's close, beta. Pyaz means 'onion' in Hindi." I was a product of American schools, where

"Pyaz aur adrak," she replied, smiling. "Onions and ginger."