In my eyes, a simple meal which you have in the confines of your home with your loved ones is a feast indeed. Increasingly I find that meals which are cooked by yourself at home are better than all the other food you get to eat elsewhere.
I will forgo all the feasts in the world to eat what my late father would cook for us siblings. My father would cook on weekends when the cook would go on leave. My father , two brothers, and I would sit round a pan dish to eat, what he would make for us. Our mother wasn’t alive.
I wish I wasn’t a small child then to appreciate his looking after us. It’s always too late to realize a parent’s kindness and generosity. It hits you when you become a parent yourself.
Jul 19, 2016
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