T baked an onion pie, this afternoon. I ate it. The pie tasted just like it looks in the picture above: sumptuous; perfect.
When a Bengali woman bakes a pie, does she complicate her Bengaliness by imbricating it in a certain Americanness?
This is precisely the question that T exultingly raised when she claimed that as a result of her successful baking of an onion pie, she has crossed boundaries of a deeper kind--she can no longer identify herself as a typical Bengali female (in many significant ways, she isn't). How many Bengali women bake pies, or show a proclivity for baking pies?
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