She is all I hope to be; strong, resilient, graceful, timeless and always eloquent. Food was important. Feeding the men was something ingrained in you. Women, nurtured. Men, would die without us.
The role of woman hood and being supportive yet not submissive was shown at all times. My Grandmother was the picture of perfection in my young eyes, now that I’m older the thought is the same but I understand the courage needed to be a constant, eager companion and an all around loving person.
I cook for my friends and family, I always say if I’ve cooked for you; I love you and if I’ve eaten with you; you’re my friend.
I fall short and I’m flawed sometimes when it comes to affection and I’m sorries…but I always pour everything into what I make…as if you’re consuming a part of my heart.
So, I will post what I made for dinner tonight. Simple…not elegant for A and my visiting friend from Costa Rica.
White spiced rice
Bacon Baked Kidney Beans
Homemade Lemonade. (Not Shown)