Back in the neighborhood, this is what dinner meant to me... family and friends and way too much food!! Everyone had fun and we talked and laughed, and it was great... those were good days... my grandma would be in the kitchen, and people would come from miles around to sit at her table, to eat the phenomenal food she prepared, in abundance... everyone left with some, and we had leftovers, too. I got my love of cooking and food from my grandma... she was the greatest cook ever!!! If there is a heaven, I will be helping her in her kitchen, and I will sit at her table, again... she loved me the most because I ate the best!! If Mother Teresa came to dinner and picked at her food, she'd say to me, she might me a saint, but I don't trust her because she no eat very good. Now, if Charles Manson sat down and had 4 helpings, she'd say to me, this boy is crazy, but I like him because he eat very good!!! I always ate very good so she loved me the most!!! I miss her every day... she was a great woman and a phenomenal cook!!
I need to make some good old fashioned Puerto Rican food very soon.... 😋😋😋
