Who is aunty lucy

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Evelyn Kwong is a Star digital producer based in Toronto. I am embarrassed to have thought that her food would not meet my expectations. Thus, every week I got to know her as a person bit by bit. She was a perfectionist. Not only did she cook her dishes perfectly, like the beef cutlets mentioned earlier, but she also wanted her utensils and appliances to be polished clean.

She was often dissatisfied with the work quality of anyone she hired for assistance. Her need for perfection was so acute that she would rewash all the utensils after the help had left. As if that were not enough, she would insist that utensils be washed in hot water, spending more time and money heating the water. She exuded grace and dignity that I think is characteristically Goan. It came from the culture and way of life of an older generation.

Goa has increasingly lost such a culture with economic and political changes and the passing of such individuals as Lucy Aunty. I still recall the first time I tasted her food. It was relief more than anything else. In a storm of vegetarianism, someone had thrown me a line.

Finally, I could find daily refuge in food that was delicious, healthy, nourishing, and, most importantly, had some meat in it. Actually, the story of how I first tasted her food is a funny one.

When I started the tiffin service, we agreed that Lucy Aunty would provide lunch. The first time the delivery guy, an unreliable fellow obviously, messed up. Instead of delivering to 27 M. The rogue residents of 27 M. Hall had polished every single morsel by the time I had figured out what had happened. I had to wait until the next day. I made sure that the unreliable delivery guy understood where exactly he had to leave the food.

That afternoon, I rushed back to my room in the scorching hot afternoon. The bag was right next to the door. I rushed to make sure that the contents were safe too. That first bite. Happily, I polished everything in those containers.