aroma spread through the whole apartment. I was sitting in the kitchen with a
hot, freshly brewed coffee in my hands.
feel this way when my mom sits next to me. It doesn’t happen often enough so I try
to soak up every moment of it.
I visit her, I look forward to eat familiar meals from my childhood, the way only
she can cook. One of the meals I request every single time is pelmeni- meat
have been one of our family favourite for a very long time. I still remember my
mom and grandmother standing in the kitchen and making hundreds of them by
hand. They would freeze them and when there was no time to cook, they would
pull out the dumplings from the freezer and minutes later we had a dinner on
now I do the same. The only difference, I don’t make them by hand but use a mold.
a lot of time for sure.