spice runs through these veins

I've come straight home from work every day this week, preparing some dish with noodles, chinese greens and gobs of ginger, garlic and chilli. Been so used to spice-less dishes that I had almost forgotten how much my body needed these three essential ingredients used in almost all of my mother's cooking.

An unyielding hankering for spicy food, more time spent in the flat, I'm feeling homely lately and I'm at the two week mark. Two weeks until I head back east to Nagaland. Getting more and more excited but then I think, I need to stop the countdown because as quickly as the day comes, it will pass just as quickly and I will be back in London, working, starting and ending in darkness. But I've had my taster, after 2 years of being in the U.K. I finally went to visit my aunt in Milton Keynes, who I hadn't seen for 7 years.

The first thing she asked when I said I was coming was 'what do you eat?' After filling up on succulent spiced pork, mustard greens and aloo, and daal, she asked 'so, what do you want for lunch tomorrow? do you like Burmese food?' Ah, if that's not home, I don't know what is!