I often cook for my daughter. If I am in her city, then at least one meal. She seems to love my cooking, and there is great happiness for both sides in sharing the meal.
Sometimes, I delude myself, that I am also leaving her with tons of fun memories with her dad.
And then, I look back at my mom. She is/was one of the best cooks (not because she is my mom), that I know of.
And yet, I rarely, if at all, remember her cooking. I still pay a tribute to her cooking, because I really copy all her tricks and dishes.....but memories....nah.
The point is.....I delude myself.
Thats the post.
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