Many thanks for your ping to this wonderful story and for you lovely sentiments to all of FR's mothers ! My Mother's Day cards sit on my breakfast room table, sent much too early, by my darling daughter. If only,IF ONLY , I could send my wonderful, badly missed mother and grandmother cards.
I've never eaten Cuban food. Still, your evocative story sets off taste & smell memories of my grandmother's and my mother's kitchens, the dishes I'll never have the pleasure to eat again, and the warmth & love that they gave me, until their dying day.
Come on down...mi casa es su casa.
Bump to that. No one, but no one in my family can make wine cookies the way my nana could. Probably because they had my grandpa's wine in them. ;-)
Food that is made without love tastes as though something is lacking, and while it may feed our stomachs, it fails to feed and warm our hearts. :-)