Dried Fish Curry

He closed the oven door slowly, careful not to bang it, just as grandma had taught him. “All that hard work kneading air into them will fly right out if you bang the door!” she often exclaimed. No matter how many times they baked together in that kitchen, this had been MaMpho’s most consistent warning. He peeked through the glass, reached for the dishcloth slung over his shoulder and wiped his brow as he straightened up.