The vibrant colors of autumn along with the crisp air always seem to remind me of a time long long ago when I would walk from the apartment I lived in to my grandmother’s (Mami Saro) house.
As I left the apartment to walk the one block to get to her house, I was focused on getting there.
Mami Saro had me spoiled. It seemed like she had a favorite from each one of her six children’s kids. I considered myself lucky.
The door was usually unlocked when I arrived. Entering the apartment the smell of food always permeated the air. Would she make my favorite “snack” today ~ scrambled eggs with diced spam ham? All I had to do was ask.
The ham would quickly be roasted on a frying pan before the egg would be added. Comfort food.
Yes, this was a most welcoming and loving place. Autumn floods my brain with those feelings.