Going back to the source

my mom & her chard
which I grew in my yard

My mother was out of town on Sunday, so we celebrated Mother's Day when she got back on Monday night.  I probably don't need to tell you how awesome my mom is (since she constitutes 78% of my readership, with most of the rest made up of the man who married her and her other daughter), but I will anyway.

Her name is Nanci and she's an amazing cook. She did a great job of passing her culinary interests on to my sister and I.  Living in Cameroon, we didn't have a lot of the convenience foods that are available in the U.S.  My mom (and our househelp, Cornelia - my other Mom) had to make things from scratch.  I wouldn't be the aspiring urban homesteader I am today if it weren't for watching them and acquiring from them a taste for real, homemade food.

She's not just a great cook.  She's also a teacher, a student (working on her second Master's), a writer, a knitter, a cancer survivor, and an amazing woman who shares her strength with the people around her. I am so, so glad she's my Mama.