Dear Mom,
I'm so sorry that, when I was a kid, I made rude comments about the yellow squash slices you were cooking for dinner. Squash wasn't my thing, but I still should not have been so mean about it. In retrospect, they actually looked like little suns bursting.
I did like the zucchini boats you made when I got older. Those were awesome. Sadly, I have never been able to duplicate this recipe. Come with me to the grocery store so we can pick out some zucchini, please.
Love,
Me
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Good post. It's amazing how much more conscious of these different moments we become as we step into the shoes of our parents, isn't it?
Post a Comment