We sipped our bottle-worthy, go-to; whiskey and sugarcane juice. Feet propped up, sun in our eyes, smiles on our faces, letting Otis Redding lull us. Watching on as Fa rolled and kneaded dough for naan. Our mouths watering when it hit the fresh garlic in the pan. The toasty, peppery smell filling our nostrils. This home is magic.