The hardest part about moving out on your own is missing your mom's home cooking. In college, I was a short 2-hour drive away, so it was easy to get in my car, zone out to some choice tunes, and then BAM - I was in my parents' driveway. Now I'm a 3.5 hour flight away and as great as my job is, I'm not making that hop-on-a-plane-any-random-weekend money. Any Bengali household you visit will have some version of this curry and everyone thinks their own mom's version is the best. I still haven't been able to recreate this exactly the way my mother makes it; my mother always gives me the basics when I ask her, but forgets to mention the little additions she has made throughout the years. It may never taste exactly like her cooking, but whenever I make this, I am reminded of the times I hovered over her shoulder, trying to figure it all out, and having her shoo me away because I slowed her down.