Allam Aavakaya holds a special place in my heart.
It was the first pickle I ever made all by myself — after years of watching my mom and mother-in-law expertly prepare it every summer. I still remember how carefully I grated the ginger, mixed it with mango pieces, and folded in the mustard and chilli powders just the way they taught me. The aroma was so bold, so nostalgic — it filled the kitchen with memories. That first jar of Allam Aavakaya wasn’t just a pickle... it was my way of holding on to tradition, and passing it forward.
