The family is known for its rich culinary heritage. They enjoy entertaining and experimenting with cuisines.
The daughter-in-law is unable to digest the fact that one needs more than bread, butter, jam, ketchup and milk to survive. Life moves on with the help of expert domestic staff.
“My Mom never cooked more than this…” she blurts out in a tense moment during the lockdown when domestic help has disappeared.
Epiphany strikes. One never gets over the limitations of one’s upbringing. Somehow, benchmarks are set in early years, and we just keep adapting for the rest of our lives.