#igetitfrommyamma
I lost my Amma late September 2018, and she is the inspiration for this site.
Now my Appa is an incredible man, I like to think of him as the LeBron James of Mirusuvil (small village in Northern Sri Lanka). He was able to educate himself and receive a prestigious scholarship to further his education with a PhD in America. A PhD! This all from very humble beginnings and a nation grasped in civil unrest. My father has taught me to strive to be the best I can be in everything I can do and to always have faith that God will show you the way. Although my signature is #igetitfrommyamma, I also get a lot from my Appa too.
Now my Appa is an incredible man, I like to think of him as the LeBron James of Mirusuvil (small village in Northern Sri Lanka). He was able to educate himself and receive a prestigious scholarship to further his education with a PhD in America. A PhD! This all from very humble beginnings and a nation grasped in civil unrest. My father has taught me to strive to be the best I can be in everything I can do and to always have faith that God will show you the way. Although my signature is #igetitfrommyamma, I also get a lot from my Appa too.
Amma and Appa's Wedding Day
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My Appa is quiet, a total academic and passionate about agriculture. Ask him something about raising livestock or managing a farm and you are in for a few hours of information. Speaking up, telling jokes and maybe using a choice four letter word from time to time, that was all Amma. Amma wasn't shy at speaking her mind. She wasn't your typical mom, she was never overly affectionate and filled with warm cuddles. She was somewhat of an Iron Lady. She never let people tell her no, she always persisted, she always demanded and she always overcame obstacles.
Amma chose to show love through her cooking. She was a fantastic home cook. She was always trying out new things and getting recipes. Although we lived in areas with no large Tamil communities, Amma somehow always sourced and made traditional Sri Lankan Tami delicacies. Sunday mornings were always filled with fresh iddiyappam, dinner parties always contained shorteats, and visits to friends and family were always escorted with rich butter cakes. After Amma passed, I found such therapy and support in my grief through cooking. I find that sharing my comedy and cooking is a small way to introduce the world to my Amma's love. So try out my recipes, watch my stories, laugh at my clips and feel free to ask me questions! I hope I inspire you to reach out to your family, learn about your roots, find joy in the past and share your story with others. Thank you for following my page!
Shivani Nadarajah |