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Summers at Abuelo's
When summertime arrives the very first food I crave is a succulent orange. I remember the smell and the taste of the fruit as I consumed them at my grandfather’s orchard. I can still see the sun shining brightly and feel its rays peeking through the leaves that shade us as my siblings and I pick the ripe fruit, our buckets ready in hand. It takes me to a place in South Texas where I am close to still nature and with the ones I love.
By Amanda Salazar4 years ago in Families
Why blackberries will always mean summer, peace, and lots and lots of hard work to me.
So few of us ever really think about where the food we eat comes from. We just hop in our shiny cars, run down to the grocery store, load up our carts, and pay with our credit cards, or an ever more common trend, pay someone else to shop for us and either pickup or have the shopping delivered right to our doors. We are living in a a modern era of extreme convenience. But everyone should, every once in a while, stop and really think about where that food came from, whether it's the organic, whole grain bread you buy from Whole Foods, or the hyper processed cheap burger from the unnamed big McChain restaurant. Food is important and many people are living on a knife's edge, going without, when they shouldn't be. So much food goes to waste every day that could be used to feed those people. But that's not what I really want to talk about.
By Rosemary Brown4 years ago in Families
Being a Super Parent While Addressing Childhood Trauma
You become a mom. Congratulations! I'm a mom too. Regardless of how many children you have, each child you have is different, including the labor, birth, you name it. Being a mom is awesome. However, when you've got unresolved childhood trauma, some days are a lot better than others. Can you relate?
By War_Respectfully4 years ago in Families
Memories of Peace
You know that feeling? Where a smell, or a taste... a sound even, takes you back to a time and place in your past? A wistful fondness in your remembrance to look back on. Nostalgia for your childhood, perhaps. A time when the sun shines, and there’s not a cloud in the sky. Where the ice cream truck sings its song for the masses listening out for its icy goodness.
By Samantha Madera4 years ago in Families
Foods aren't just foods
I, was never good at eating. Of course, that was before I met my wife. I grew up in a big family, where my family members would sit around a large table on every single day for dinner. I got reminded very often, to eat more of this, and more of that. And because of it, I always finished eating earlier than the rest of my family, with a stomach that was half empty, and another half filled with foods which I did not consider very delicious. My grandparents said that I got monophagia, and that would be bad for my health.
By Haitao Ran4 years ago in Families
