The beginning of my passions

Like mother like daughter. It is so true or maybe I just lucky to heritage my mom's gene even it's not all of them (well .. of course I got share from my dad too, hehehe). My mom is so beautiful and she is very strong woman.  She knows what she wants and she is very perfectionist but stubborn head. Even though, I was disagree with her sometimes but I always listen and keep in mind whatever she told me.  I am so attached to her since I am the only daughter she had.  Whatever whatever .. I always want to call her or find her to ask second opinion or to ask her questions. She is my mentor, my teacher, my best friend also in anyway.

My mom is a very good wife to my dad. She is very loyal and she cooked 3 meals a day on daily basis. I think that is one of the culture also in my country that one of woman's duty as a wife is cooking. My mom is a the best chef I have ever known! She didn't measure whatever she cooked, she is just doing it and bam bam bam!  Voila the good food on the table. I called my mom food is absolutely 'soul food' and totally from scratch.

I don't want to be like my mom, staying at home and cook for a husband got home from work and taking care of the house on daily basis. I want to be me, myself and do my own thing. However,  I finally can't resist that I need to eat the food that what my mom make it on daily basis!!!  I am hungry to eat 'soul food'.  Not only It's because I am pregnant and I am craving a good food but the thing is my mom's food is the best of the best. I am dreaming of it, I am salivating of it. Damn!

I have never imagine that before! It's insane.  I was living so far from her, she is underneath my feet if I am standing in this world. Our world is totally so different.  I called her in the evening in here and in the morning over there to tell her that I am hungry, I need to eat the food that she cooked! The food is even simple according to her but for me is too complicated since I have no idea how to cook at all!!!!

Crazy .. yes, I am crazy! I have no idea what is onion? what is the different between pepper and coriander seed? or cumin? or whatever ingredients in that cupboard!  But I am not crying, instead I am calling mom and asked her too many question on the phone. I don't care anymore if the phone bill is very expensive but I have to figure it how to make a good food like what my mom did! Period.