dreaming of my grandmother’s kitchen

Tonight’s dinner transports me back to my grandmother’s garden-side kitchen with the lime trees within reach of the door and fresh beans and mangoes just a few steps further. I had no idea that I would spend so much energy trying to recreate those moments. Merida… I miss you.

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