Well you already know I love callaloo thanks to my stepmom. Some others at the top of my mind are my paternal grandmother’s baked chicken. She cooked it with black eyed peas and cornbread. It’s still one of my favorite foods. And my dad’s brown lentils and rice. Very simple but I always loved when he made it because it was so good. Memories of foods cooked with love reminds me to thank Allah for blessing me with loving relationships. Not everyone has those.
Your memories are so special. It's amazing how food can carry so much love and warmth. Those dishes from your stepmom, grandmother, and dad aren’t just meals—they’re blessings that remind us of the love in our lives. Thank you for sharing; it’s a beautiful reminder to be grateful for the simple ways love shows up.
Well you already know I love callaloo thanks to my stepmom. Some others at the top of my mind are my paternal grandmother’s baked chicken. She cooked it with black eyed peas and cornbread. It’s still one of my favorite foods. And my dad’s brown lentils and rice. Very simple but I always loved when he made it because it was so good. Memories of foods cooked with love reminds me to thank Allah for blessing me with loving relationships. Not everyone has those.
Your memories are so special. It's amazing how food can carry so much love and warmth. Those dishes from your stepmom, grandmother, and dad aren’t just meals—they’re blessings that remind us of the love in our lives. Thank you for sharing; it’s a beautiful reminder to be grateful for the simple ways love shows up.