photo: my aunt preparing food in her very, very, tiny kitchen.
i overhead a sweet conversation on the crowded spadina streetcar last night, around midnight. a man was reminiscing with a friend about food…here's what i heard:
tostadas…yeah…my mom cooks it until it's really soft, like falling apart. and then she fries tortillas, like really fresh ones. and she makes a lot of guacamole, and her salsa–everything.
(some knowing murmurs from friend and a long pause)
i'm still dreaming about that meal.
ok i was totally evesdropping but i'm glad i did. that last part made me smile. a lot of love in that meal, by the sounds of it.