Where We Belong… Over a bowl of Brownie
Those weekends when the cravings just peak and all I want is to bake brownies… and my little one asks for the very same! We end up in the kitchen, with him perched on the counter, sneaking licks of the dough with that mischievous smirk on his face. I pretend to scold him, but truthfully, I love it just as much. And then comes the sweetest part: the two of us sitting by the oven, watching the brownies puff up, while he asks every single minute if they’ve cooled enough to eat. Finally, we all sit together with the brownie bowl — one bite for Appachaami, one for Puttu, and one for Amma… and this little boy waiting for his turn, OMG!!!! It's where we belong… tightly knotted.