Wednesday, July 14, 2010
I used to cook for my grandmom all the time. Normally I tried to make her some kind of soup. I recently came home from Florida. ( More on that on another post ) I ate whatever I wanted for a week straight. Coming home I realized I needed to detox. I made soup. This was my second time making this soup, and it turned out surprisingly good. My husband mentioned how good it did look, and unknowingly I said " grandmom would love this soup " . Not realizing the depth of what I said. Tuan adds " You would have to bring it all the way to the ocean to get her some " . Then it hits me. Grandmom is gone. I will never be able to make her soup again. This pain will never end will it?