She found the doors of heaven by the smell of honey. After having her customary tea, her day and life felt unmoored to time. The only time when she ever considered giving up tea was post visit to the dentist, imagining tea-stained cup.
She is survived by her pantry and pots. Cake decorating kit that she never used. Assortment of passed down gadgets.
She never liked frying. Her husband found it ironical that she should love murukulu. It wasnt about fried vs not fried. It was savoury vs sweet. She watched what she ate when it came to sweets.
What would your food obit say?
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