What home tastes like..

When i was little my home was basically Lola's house. a small ass apartment in downtown sf. i guess thats where my parents would leave me while they were at work? although my Lola passed away (r.i.p) my Papa still lives there to this day. its on the 8th floor overlooking the beautiful view of downtown san francisco. i would sit on the balcony for hours watching the crowds of people walk by. it amazed me. the smell of my Lola's cooking was never absent on those days. if i was there i could bet on a freshly cooked meal and a night watching jeopardy. when i was called inside i would wait patiently at the dining table for lola to bring me my delectable food. and trust me it was always delectable so i didnt have to worry about if i was going to like it or not.

my favorite dish= lola's adobo

i dont know what the hell was in it that made it so damn special and i never will to this day. (she refused to give anyone her recipes, even my mother)

all i knew was that i was content everytime she brought that plate of food to me. i will never forget the way it tasted, smelled, and felt as i consumed every last grain of rice. all i know was that meal was what i looked forward to everyday...it was home for me.


-Amanda