“It’s our first family dinner since the wedding at my parents’ house. When we arrived, my family didn’t care about my wife’s effort. My mom even mocked her dish, saying, ‘I don’t want you feeding my son stuff like this.’ My wife felt hurt. They don’t know that I…”
…don’t even eat meat anymore. The dish she made? It was a jackfruit curry with coconut rice. Spicy, rich, fragrant—the kind of thing that makes your mouth water before the spoon even touches your tongue.
But my mom took one sniff, grimaced like it was poison, and practically shoved it aside. “Where’s the roast lamb, huh?” she joked, though it didn’t sound like a joke. My brothers laughed. My dad just stayed quiet, eyes on his beer.
