For my trip home from my first cooking lesson with my Lila Khaki, she sent along a bag of methi thepla. I took one bite of this fenugreek-stuffed bread, and proceeded to eat the entire bag, even as my father shouted from the front seat, “Save some for your mother!” But you see, I couldn’t stop. Once I tasted that combination of spicy chile powder, the pungent fresh garlic and ginger, and the filling roti bread, I knew I would have exploded from lack of awesomeness the second the thepla left my death grip.
I was saving the family, really. Cuz I’m a giver.