Every year on Mother’s Day it is so hard. The pain and loss I feel from my mom’s departure from this world leaves a hole the size of a football in my chest. Whenever I am excited about a new recipe, I want to talk to her. When I started to paint backdrops for foodie photos, I wanted her opinion. When I feel like I have hit a creative wall in the kitchen, I want to turn to her.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom, the original foodie. You are still always with me in the kitchen and everywhere I go. I may no longer scream like a banshee when we are separated when I was a child (oh how that used to make you shudder) but I still yearn for you with all my heart. Thank you for being my mom.