Poetry should move us, and I believe your intentions were duly recognized.
I hope you do go home soon!
I just long to feel the love
that was poured from that ladle
one more time
And there, I lost it.
I can remember my grandmother baking for my arrival, with her great-grandchildren in tow. I tear up now, thinking how much trouble she went, just for me. Good food was love for her, She showed it in many ways, but, nourishing our souls will never be forgotten.
@tipu curate
Hi Denise! I have a trip planned soon but haven't quite pinned the exact dates down yet.
What a great memory of your grandmother! Cooking for loved ones used to be so much more prevalent. I think those who lived through the Depression showed their love through food more than later generations who've lived in relative abundance in comparison. I had a great aunt in Detroit who would make the best pastries for us when we'd visit.
My Grandmother... My mother...My sisters, three. We cook for people. It felt normal growing up and my kids still bring their friends over for dinner. I still cook like my mom and her mom before her.
Because to me, love is normal. :)
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