Her mutton curry is way too oily and there's always this scorched layer stuck to the bottom of the pot. And every time, without fail, I ask for seconds.
Because her whole face changes when I do. That's the entire reason.
My husband is fully aware I'm lying and thinks it's the funniest thing in the world. He watches me go back for more with a straight face like it's a live sport.
Fifteen years of this. At this point I've genuinely eaten more of that burnt curry than I ever ate of my own mom's cooking. No going back now.