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It’s still a few hours before any hint of twilight when my mother-in-law pulls herself up off the couch, murmuring with a sense of urgency, « I need to start getting the pakora batter ready for iftar. »
« Relax, Mama, » I tell her. « It won’t be the end of the world if the kids don’t get pakoras for iftar one day. I’m going to be making fruit chaat and lassi; that will be more than enough before dinner. And those two healthful things are better for them than fried pakoras every night, don’t you think? »
She waves away my suggestions as inconsequential. « My bacchas love pakoras; they’re going to get pakoras. As long as their grandmother is around with…
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