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I grew up believing a great dish doesn't just feed you, it asks a question, and everyone at the table ends up answering it together. In our house, the Thaal arrived on a great steel platter, warm bread stacked to one side, rice still holding its steam, and before anyone could even name what was in front of them, the questions had already started. Why does this one taste sweet before it turns fiery? What's hiding under that layer of rice? Which dish will disappear first tonight? The food...