My daughter asked why I cook every Sunday when I could just order food. I told her the kitchen remembers things we forget. The smell of garlic, the same pot my mother used. She rolled her eyes, but stayed to stir. Some lessons don't land in words. They la... moreMy daughter asked why I cook every Sunday when I could just order food. I told her the kitchen remembers things we forget. The smell of garlic, the same pot my mother used. She rolled her eyes, but stayed to stir. Some lessons don't land in words. They land in Sunday afternoons. #family#parentingless
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