Celebrate your mom this weekend by getting in the kitchen and cooking with her! You’ll be glad you did.
My mom is sitting at the kitchen table, watching as I tear up rosemary leaves and scatter them on a pan of sliced peaches. I’m not sure what I’m doing … all I know is I want to make summer peaches fit for supper.
“Yeah,” I say, and laugh. “I hope this won’t be bad!”
My parents are visiting from Kansas City. They’ve been here about a week, and we’ve spent most of that time eating.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. When I graduated from the University of Missouri and moved to Daytona Beach, I planned to stay in Florida for two years. Then I’d move back to Kansas City for another couple of years, head to a major metropolitan area and eventually return to my hometown full time — earning journalistic stripes along the way.
“Two years,” I…
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