Sometimes, this is all it takes to send my memory wandering back to my mom’s kitchen. Her flour was stored in the smallest of the Tuppeware set and was only brought out on occasional Sundays when we needed to bread our milanesas. Laundry, football, chores, and working together in the kitchen are what the muddy memories are filled with. A lot like what we have going on at home today.
I inherited the entire set when she moved her kitchen to Merida a few years ago and they hold flours for baking. This lovely little pattern only happens when the container is filled to the brim (rarely). Do you have anything in your kitchen from your parents’ house? What does it remind you of?