The lunch I complained about

I complained about Amma's lemon rice again today. I have eaten it so often that even the smell sometimes annoys me. My colleague, who moved to Chennai last year, mentioned that she misses her mother's cooking and has forgotten how her favourite dish tastes. I went quite, looking at the lunchbox. I had almost left untreated. I called Amma during the break and asked how she made the tempering so fragrant. She explained it in exhausting detail. I rolled my eyes affectionately. Tonight, I packed tomorrow's lunch myself, hoping I could make it taste even half as good.