Once upon a time, I barely knew how to cook. I could make eggs and I liked baking a couple of simple cakes and cookies, but that was it. Then I ended up in the big city for grad school, no longer sheltered under the umbrella of on-campus housing and meal plans. And I no longer had my parents around to cook for me like they did when I moved home for a couple of years after college. So I knew it was time for me to learn how to cook for real. And believe it or not, tandoori chicken (my mother’s recipe to be exact) ended up becoming one of the first “proper” things I learned to make, thanks to a holiday party I was throwing for my classmates. Even though it was my first time making the chicken that night, it turned out pretty great. The dish has since become one of those items I make for large gatherings and smaller at-home dinners alike….