The whiff of mother’s cooking

Simple homemade food occupies a special place in our heart. | Photo credit: Getty images

TThe recipe was very old, proven and tested. It was part of a family tradition and requested several ingredients, processes and prepared preparation. I had doubts about trying it, but with clear instructions written in the mother’s own hand, I thought I couldn’t be wrong.

I followed the steps to a t. The dish seemed appetizing. People stirred and did it, saying that they knew just like that of the mother.

I also had help. The ingredients were the same, the equal method, but still lacked something. I checked the old notebook full of recipes written in the mother’s hand. Have I missed something? I baffled myself, but the puzzle was still an unsolved puzzle.

Overcome with diffusion, I decided to try a simpler recipe, again written in the mother’s hand. The process was easy and I was humming for Mixel, since I thought I had deciphered the code. The dish seemed attractive. Those who tried it testified their quality, but for me I missed something. Then the truth dawned.

It was something intangible, what the locals call “the experience or hands of the mother” or the special touch of the mother who imbues the dish with love, heat, tenderness and a general environment “feel good” that translates into the mother.

It was as if the varied flavors contained in the dish or any dish were embedded in their hands, which in turn gave the dish that unique and healthy taste that we equip with the warmth and compassion that personifies the mother.

Wherever we are, whatever age, despite the crowds that through restaurants, restaurants and hotels, the mother’s kitchen brings nostalgic thoughts that persist forever. The simple homemade food of the mother’s hands has a special place in our heart as those “hidden” memories will tell us. Children who live away from home or abroad abroad will testify this narrative.

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