food I eat!

Food I eat!
Food I eat!

The food I eat is from ancient Spanish, My apartment from the time you walk in seeks the satisfaction of people when they smell the deliciousness of rice, beans, and baked chicken. Oh, the rumbling of my stomach when I smell and see the food being served on the glass plates with big juicy piles of deliciousness, oh how my eyes are glistening and how my mouth is watering waiting for my mouth to devour this food. Are you hungry yet? cause I sure am! And of course, my mom is the cook she gets it from her grandmother as a youngin watching her stir and season and cut her body a sway just as my great grandmothers did. Jamming to the sound of Latin music.

Place(s): New york
Year: 1987

– Taliyah

Relationship:  Grandchild of im/migrant Grandchild of im/migrant