Illustration Friday - Flavor

My mother always has a way of making you forget the world with the savory taste of her good cooking. My dad could make you envision you were living in Haiti all your life. Since both Mom and Dad were born and raised in Haiti, we were fortunate to have an advantage as children. We were rich with the flavor of another culture. Flavor is about the smell of mom's cooking and dad playing some calypso in the background. Sundays were always the best since that was a feast day for us; rice and peas, grio, maybe some plaintains, fried dumpling... hmmm mmm... My mouth just waters thinking about it.

It brings me to the day I got married. My mother's greatest gift to me that day was laboring over the stove for days to create a wonderful display of Haitian cooking. I see the table now like it was yesterday. I can smell the house and the flavor of all that food. I hear the the Haitian music playing and the laughter of family. I see the colors and the art of Haiti. Flavor will always be about the richness of life that my parents had growing up and we being able to get just a taste of the beauty of Haiti. Thank God for Mom and Dad!