food cooked with tender love and care! If anyone ever cooked, it was my Grandma since the men in my family can hardly boil an egg. It's a shame her culinary skills never rubbed off on me, my father, or any of my uncles.
I never understood why, but if she needed to feed two three or four people, she would cook enough for twelve. Food in mass quantities was certainly her special and we never left her house hungry.
And of course it tasted good! She could cook dishes from all around the world especially from our home country--the Philippines. Perhaps to a stranger, the food may not have tasted any better than a meal he or she could order at a restaurant. But my grandma cooked for us because she unconditionally loved us and food was her way of showing it. This made a regular steak taste like filet mignon and spaghetti into pasta straight from the heart of Italy!
That's home food to me. I miss my grandma's cooking :[
- Ernest
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