I love how she believes in me even when I don’t.
Illuminating me with her magic;
A soft yielding strength hard for words to wrap around.
She will always be there even if your eyes can not see her;
That is the beauty of your mother as she sits on the moon.
I am learning how to be a really good in the kitchen. I must profess my gratification to all of my teachers old and young. It’s an amazing thing how good food tastes if your mom, aunt, sister, girlfriend or grandmother cooks a meal for you. She’s putting loving energy into making that dish just for you. Sometimes these women cook for just a few or for many. It never ceases to amaze me how adept some women are in a kitchen. If it’s her domaine you’d better be humble. You will either be put to work while being micromanaged or get kicked out because of poor hygiene and/or attitude if you step through her kitchens threshold.
I’ve recently taken a new job cooking in a sweet little cafe. Sour dough & really good coffee are two of their big sellers. The cafe provides healthy breakfast bagels, good home cooked soups and maybe take home a lasagna for dinner if short on time. It’s quaint, warm, and the vibes are good.
It was my favourite place to spend extra money when I wasn’t into cooking for myself or my daughter.❤️
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