I have a very special food memory connected to chicken pulao. 💛
One day, all of us siblings suddenly made a plan to go out, while my parents stayed at home. My mother lovingly cooked chicken pulao for us, thinking we would be tired and hungry when we returned.
When we came back at night and started eating… honestly, it was so delicious that we finished the entire pot! 😍
But even then, it didn’t feel enough. I have never tasted such amazing pulao again in my life. It wasn’t just food, it was my mother’s love. ❤️