Recommendation Number One: Of Broccoli and Tears
Food has always been an large part of my life. My mother is an excellent cook and spent almost all of her life preparing delicious meals for enjoyment and profit. She would have annual bbqs and almost every holiday culminated with a lavish meal at our home. She is the go-to woman for meals for every reason and every season. My childhood is filled with waking up on mornings to the sound of potspoons clanking against pots and the sweet aroma of whatever amazing dish my mother would be up to that day. That woman adds love as her secret ingredient to every pot. Some pictures that don't do my mother's range or her cooking justice at all. Just imagine this but 100 times better. I remember when she was driving down a street where some guys were liming on the block and this one guy said comically, “Aye, goodday... goodday...BURGER!” As you can see, her face is synonymous with food. Mummy and Tyrell (my nephew) “If is one thing I will never deprive anyone i