I thought I would work my way through some of my mom’s recipes.
Yesterday, I made simple marinara sauce, the way she always made it.
Naturally, it didn’t come out right, or taste as good.
I wonder if that will ever change?
Will I always notice the difference?
In her later years, when she really couldn’t cook anymore.
She just sat there while I started the sauce.
And it was good.
I think I just need her sitting there with me.
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