“Almost before I knew it, it was November, and Diwali was here. Meena Auntie’s annual Diwali potluck would be on Saturday, so on Friday Daddy did a trial run of his contribution–potato latkes with tamarind chutney and yogurt sauce. Mum and I pronounced it a huge success, much better than the chana-jor-garam-crusted chicken wings he attempted last Diwali, which in theory should have been delicious but actually were just soggy and awkward to eat.”
—My Basmati Bat Mitzvah, chapter 27
Diwali Tov, everyone!