Becoming Abuela

Lisette Silva
Jun 5, 2017 · 3 min read
In the kitchen with Abuela Palma

No frills, no tablescapes, just delicious home cooking and her undivided attention.

Then I graduated from high school and did the unthinkable — I moved away. And, a few years later, I committed the ultimate sin…I stayed away. Coming from a close knit immigrant family, one doesn’t simply “stay away.” But I did it anyway. I was creating a life that made me happy and was enjoying all the American-style freedoms for which I yearned.

I needed to eat, but I wanted to eat well…

Eventually, I got into a groove with my cooking. I’d come a long way and was pretty happy with the food I could make. Then I had kids, and my whole notion of cooking got turned upside down. I was steadfast that I would not raise my kids on a diet of “kid-friendly food”. I breast fed, I made my own baby food, I paid through the nose for organic. But I was also a working parent. I had long hours, a hectic schedule, and was trying to also be an example for my children by having a life!

The year I took over the reigns of Christmas Eve dinner, with Abuela’s blessing.

Dinnertime became family time, not just eating time.

Later, I widened the circle by cooking more elaborate dinners on Sundays and invite friends to join us. Some even started to come over for unrelated reasons around dinnertime. Ours became the home where people came to eat. And nothing gave me greater pleasure than providing nourishment, body and spirit, to those I loved.

Families who eat together, stay together.

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The Dish

The Dish

Musings on slow cooking a company in a world built for the microwave @Josephinemeals #withcare