For some reason winter always makes me so happy and brings back all these great feelings. Ironically I can't stand being cold, but I love winter. I wanna say partly for the clothes but mostly for this..,Winter means more baking and cooking at my parents. Now my mom is always cooking, but for some reason at winter my dad eats more. She'll make tamales, bunelos, capirotada (HU-HUCK) menudo, posole,atole, and I can keep going but I won't. It's funny because they love coffee, but all you hear from my dad at winter is, "asme un chocolate Luz". My mom and I have the same name but my dad calls her "Luz". He nicknamed me too, but no one will ever hear it. Every year my mom tells me the same thing. She tells me to pay extra close attention and get these recipes down for when she's not with me anymore. I tell her I don't want to. My moms kitchen just feels so, I don't know I can't describe it but it's great. They have this big wood table that my dad made that seats eight,they have had it since I can remember. My dad always sits at the head of the table and watches my mom and I cook and bake. He always says to me, " a que chula cochinera", grrrr. Whatever we are making or baking he has a plate ready to have some as it comes out. It has always been just me and my mom, my other sisters never care to join us. Is it selfish of me that I like it that way, just me and my mom?
Everyone sees one another more at winter time at my moms. Those eight chairs actually get filled all over again. My parents love it, they love feeding everyone and having everyone there. Sometimes when we all sit there I try and imagine what my parents feel. How it feels to see us all grown up. If they ever picture us little again and think back to how we had meals together. God is amazing and great and wonderful, how He loves us so much, and how He places us with just the right families, and exactly where He wants us.
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I really missed reading your blogs. You paint awesome pictures with your words.
And dont forget to save left overs for the bloggers!
great blog, van pelt, all the foo sounds delicious even the capirotado, great memories my mom & dad when they introduce me to some one they always call me the baby, weird, i guess they will always see us as little kids. once again great blog, you must have a real close connection to your mama, to be cooking with her all the time.
yeah Sals right, you do have a way with words, like Ms.Jeanie. And ditto on the leftovers :)
Winters ARE great. As soon as the first cold fronts come in, Abel and I are so happy. Thanks for the blog, it made me feel like it was winter already. I eat the bunuelos and tamales, not the rest. And I do feel like our parents will always see us little :)
I don't know about all that food you were describing...but, it sounds good! HAve you ever thought about writing a book? You should
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