Giving My Sister Back Her Old Favorite Foods
My family is from New York. My sister and I were born in Brooklyn, and that’s where we grew up. We now live several hours away from New York, and I’ve noticed that my sister doesn’t seem to have taken to the food here very well. She seemed particularly miserable with the cuisine, and so I decided to finally do something. Our family got one of her new friends to take her out for a few hours, and while she was gone, we got to cooking. When she returned, we had a full-scale meal prepared for her, done just the way Brooklyn soul food restaurants would have done it. And for all the time and effort, the look on her face while she ate made everything worth it.
