Horlicks (Malted Milk) Ice Cream

Does everyone have a warm malted milk story? Because honestly, everyone should. Mine is this: I interned at a women’s labor union in India the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college. And it happened to be in my parents’ hometown, so I lived with my grandparents. My grandmother, Ba—she makes a few appearances in this book—was starting to slow down at the time. She didn’t cook much anymore and rarely left the house, but every day, without fail, when I came home from my intern