once upon a gumbo
âmaya, itâll be ready in 15 minutes...you know I can see you stealing spoonfuls of it behind my back, right?â the country boy shakes his head, smiling. it felt good to be cooking again, to be making his motherâs recipe for gumbo. lucas used to cook a lot back home in texas; his mom had taught him all he knows, ever since he was a young lad. her explanation had been that every future husband should know how to cook at least a handful of meals for his partner. a healthy relationship included equality â she didnât believe in the wife doing all the cooking and cleaning.
âIâm glad you like my mamaâs recipe, though. she started teaching me how to cook when I was 10 years old. after I learned my first recipe, she encouraged me to cook one meal a week. I loved it so much I starting cooking two and three dinners a week.â as lucas shared his story, he happily stirred the gumbo, adding a few last minute spices into the pot.
âalright, youâve been quite patient,â he teases her. Iâll let you taste one bite before I serve it, just to make sure itâs to your liking.â and with that, he scoops up some of the steaming gumbo on a wooden spoon and holds it out to her to try. âmake sure to blow on it. donât want you to burn your tongue.â
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