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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.