Marchā Nu Shāk

When I was growing up, we had an elderly handyman (we’d affectionately call him kākā—“uncle” in Gujarāti—although he was German) who would come to do basic fixer-upping—one of his favorite activities to stay active. He and my bā (grandmother) developed a sweet friendship because he would bring large quantities of fresh peppers from his garden that she would make into bharelā marchā (peppers stuffed with a mouthwatering filling of peanuts, chickpea flour, sesame seeds, and s