DAY: 21 A TASTE OF MEMORIES…

If you know me you know that the kitchen is not my greatest attribute, but quarantine days have been filled with cooking meals and exploring new recipes. Which to be honest I have found to be quite refreshing and very therapeutic.

You know things are slow on my side when I’ve even had the time to make Jell-O… yes! the gelatin that’s filled with surge of sweetness.

Making Jello brought me back to my childhood. I relived those moments from my tender years, upon opening the fridge seeing the shimmering glass pot and the crimson color peeking through. My mother would often make strawberry gelatin and the sight of the jiggling shape would fill my stomach with butterflies as I swung the door back open.

Often times followed by much patience, as my mother words trailed “ Hay que esperar, todavia no esta lista”…( We have to wait, it is still not ready…) As a child this process felt eternal and I would secretly sneak in my finger in disbelief. Sorry Mami if you’re reading this.

Oh the simple joys of childhood…

Today, as I stirred the powder in the boiling water my mind drifts and I taste and relive those old memories.  The sweet aroma tickles my nose and I reminisce on the simplicity and innocence of childhood. But Jello now more as a symbol of consistency and unconditional love. Those simple quiet expressions…A mother’s love is always there, just like her jello was just a opening of a door away…

I hope you’re finding joy in the simple things…

Till next time,

Paloma

My Mother and I below :)