Food, family, and faith — this chapter tastes like all three. Tirath weaves history, memory, and migration into one simmering pot of love, from her mother’s kitchen in Toronto to an unforgettable Gyakko feast in Leh. She shows how real nourishment is not about recipes but about remembrance — of ancestors, of land, and of care passed hand to hand. Machines can cook, but they can’t make love; that’s the work of hearts and kitchens that still remember who they’re feeding.