Why My Dadi’s Aloo Puri Beats Any 5-Star Brunch.

There are meals that fill your stomach — and then there are meals that fill your soul.

 For me, that soul-food comes sizzling hot on a steel plate: my Dadi’s Aloo Puri.

Every Sunday morning in Kanpur, the house would come alive with the smell of ajwain crackling in hot oil. No alarm clock needed — just that familiar aroma floating through the house was enough to get us out of bed.

Dadi didn’t follow recipe books. Her kitchen didn’t have fancy gadgets. But she had something most chefs don't: Intuition. Love. And a memory sharper than Google.

She remembered who liked fewer spices, who wanted extra puris, and who was sulking over something silly. Her food fixed everything — tummy aches, bad moods, even broken hearts.

The aloo sabzi was simple. But the flavor? Unmatched. Soft, spicy, slightly tangy — every bite told a story.

 And the puris? Puffy, golden, straight out of the kadhai — not reheated, not stored, fresh like her affection.

Today, living in a different city, I’ve tried lavish brunches, exotic menus, and Michelin-star dishes.

 They’re great, sure.

 But none of them taste like home.

Because Dadi’s food wasn’t just about taste. It was about belonging.

And that’s what JustMyRoots is all about — bringing those flavors, those memories, those feelings back to your plate, no matter where you are.

Real food. Real memories! Delivered from your hometown.

Because some dishes aren't just cooked - they are a byproduct of love and emotions.