Earliest Memories of Food...

"Daddy, can I help" 

As I walk into the kitchen and notice my dad is beginning to cook.

"Make sure you wash your hands"

He replies back.

Sitting on the counter as I season meat. 

Fresh onions, bell peppers, garlic chopped

tossed into the pan to saute. 

Sizzle. Sizzle. 

The aroma of baked chicken fills the house.
 These are my earliest memories of food.
The memories shared between only my father and I. 

Post #8 Another Slice of Life...

As we celebrated the Easter holiday yesterday, I am overwhelmed with gratefulness for family. My siblings and I (me being the youngest of 5) came together to join my parents at the church which we were raised. After service, we gathered at my parents' house for a home cooked dinner in celebration of Resurrection Sunday and my dad's 53rd birthday. Laughter, good food, reminiscing on old memories while making new ones. It occurred to me the value of quality time with family.

I am truly thankful to have my family.