Food tends to bring family together.
My Mom made some awesome food. She could knock out Italian, Cuban and Mexican.
Her meatloaf was a bit to be desired. Everyone else loved it, me not so much. The onions in it were raw. I don’t care if it cooked for an hour, they stayed raw.
Now, her tamales? I think that’s why Troy wanted to go out with me. I wish I had paid more attention to how she made them.
She always had something on the stove simmering. She would feed every friend that came over. Sometimes way too much!
It hurt her feelings if you said no. It was her way of loving you.
Her arroz con pollo was a beautiful bright yellow rice, speckled with roasted red bell peppers and bone in pieces of chicken. All in one pot. Of course as kids, we just called it yellow rice and chicken. The thighs were my favorite.
Delicious
There was a lot of love in that pot.
Maybe that is where I get my passion for cooking and feeding people.
I want to spread love.
I want to see the expression on your face when you take that first bite.
It is said, the way to a mans heart is through his stomach. That may be a very true statement.
There needs to be a little more love shared these days.
More sitting around the table, sharing a meal, breaking bread together.
Get in the kitchen and start cooking.
I am.
Love big
Lorene
