When I was growing up, I remember often sneaking into the refrigerator to grab a piece of one of the Indian sweets my mom always had a box of. Flavors of cashews, pistachios, rose, saffron and cardamom would entice me and I just loved trying all the different varieties of treats that came in the most beautiful colors and designs.
I still get excited every time I go back home to New York, because I turn into that little girl again, excited to see what sweet treats await me. Truth be told though, I’ve had to be a bit more conscious of what I eat as I’ve gotten older. I simply can’t handle copious amounts of sugar anymore.
