The Burnt Sugar author remembers summer 2007, when her grandmother arrived to help her set up home – and teach her some life lessons
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She arrives with a small suitcase and several jute bags filled with food. Fried onions, pickles, dinner for tonight and lunch the following day. On the drive over, she picked up a crusty loaf of brun pav to go with her homemade jam. My mother has told her I need help.
“I’m here to set up your kitchen,” my grandmother says. She’s on a mission. She’s discussed it with her daughter and they’ve agreed that, left to my own devices, I’d continue on with two pots and a toaster for as long as I have this apartment.