My mom’s side of the family is HUGE, and they’re all pretty close. When I was younger I have great memories of my Mami Ma and Ba teaming up to dole out food left, right, and center. One single text message for dinner could round up at least 20 of us at any given time. My Mami Ma used to make Khata Puda in a paint bucket form Home Depot and I always used to think she was overshooting the amount my uncles could eat. Lo and behold, every single pudo would be gone in a flash. After my Mami Ma passed this was the memory of her that I…