How Distance Brought Me Closer to the Cuisine of My Disappearing Minority

On many mornings in my new home in upstate New York, my partner and I wrestle over a bowl of semolina pudding, which my family in India would call ravo. We eat the sweet, milky concoction for breakfast, even though it tastes very much like dessert. Back home, it’s more birthday breakfast than a morning meal, but my partner is new to ravo and wants it as often as he wants nankhatai biscuits - the melt-in-the-mouth shortbread flavored with cardamom - which is often. #ParsiZoroastrians Author: Rhea Dhanbhoora Category: SELF Listen to the full story, or read it online - also available in Easy Read.  For more Self-related stories, head to https://www.thespillmag.com/self