I’ll always remember the food conversations first.
In order to show love
My mother must create a recipe for it refine it as we are invited to the table it always tasted good
There are no hesitations at my mother’s table
You simply ate Did not negotiate with flavours you didn’t understand or texture that seemed off You did not need to it was always good
So
in this one act
I travelled to countries by tongue
my palate a living thing
and I always came back home
–is the thing I’ll remember second.
