"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.
These are my earliest memories of food.
The memories shared between only my father and I.
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