Memories of Adele | Mother's Day Tribute
I returned home with my mother’s recipes copied in a notebook. It will take me many hours to come even remotely close to duplicating the flavors of my mother’s kitchen. I know that. And I can never duplicate the special time when family filled the house and cultures spilled together. But it is a start.
I live alone and my two sons visit for overnights. For years we have dined on spaghetti, killer burgers, and barbecued steaks. My salads come sealed in plastic bags, and my desserts come from Ben & Jerry. They have no memory of their grandmother Adele. This will be my unexpected Mother’s Day gift to her: to toil in a sunlit kitchen, and at the end of the day share kibbe and carks. No matter how they look, the flavor will be all Adele.