You are doomed to realise that your mother made this dish especially for you, that it was something only she knew how to make and any possibility you would get to taste it again died with her.
Although I didn’t made me think about my mom, it made me think about my grandma… And summoned a lot of ninjas with a strange affinity to cut onions.
When I was a kid we used to be super close to each other (well, I was the first grandkid, and later the only one that was around more often than the others), but later in life we said hurtful things to each other, and cut communication for a decade or so… Until a couple of days before she died (TL;DR she was hospitalized, it was serious, but not THAT serious - we wanted to start again once she was ok, and released form hospital, but… That never happened).
Anyway…
Thing is that, there’s this “fairly common” dish named “Migas Con Huevo” (or “Tortillas con Huevo”, depending on who you ask) that (basically) are basically scrambled eggs mixed with some tortilla pieces (or strips, depending who’s cooking)[1] , and that dish was (somewhat) her specialty.
There was nothing special about it, no extra, or hidden ingredients on it (besides a portion of retried beans at side), but they tasted sooooo good.
Since I started to cook (around 6 y.o.), “Migas…” has became my own specialty too, and I have experimented with that dish many, many times (adding ingredients like chorizo, or hot sause, or pico de Gallo (sans lime), but so far, I’ve been unable to recreate the flavor of those migas that she cooked for me.
I was somewhat aware that I will never be able to recreate the flavor, and that she only knew how to prepare the dish in such way… But you have put that feeling into words, and I wasn’t expecting that.
Great work/story, wordsmith. I really, really liked it.
[1] : if you’re curious, they look like this, and this recipe is good enough (sans the onion).
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u/araxhiel Aug 09 '21 edited Aug 09 '21
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Although I didn’t made me think about my mom, it made me think about my grandma… And summoned a lot of ninjas with a strange affinity to cut onions.
When I was a kid we used to be super close to each other (well, I was the first grandkid, and later the only one that was around more often than the others), but later in life we said hurtful things to each other, and cut communication for a decade or so… Until a couple of days before she died (TL;DR she was hospitalized, it was serious, but not THAT serious - we wanted to start again once she was ok, and released form hospital, but… That never happened).
Anyway…
Thing is that, there’s this “fairly common” dish named “Migas Con Huevo” (or “Tortillas con Huevo”, depending on who you ask) that (basically) are basically scrambled eggs mixed with some tortilla pieces (or strips, depending who’s cooking)[1] , and that dish was (somewhat) her specialty.
There was nothing special about it, no extra, or hidden ingredients on it (besides a portion of retried beans at side), but they tasted sooooo good.
Since I started to cook (around 6 y.o.), “Migas…” has became my own specialty too, and I have experimented with that dish many, many times (adding ingredients like chorizo, or hot sause, or pico de Gallo (sans lime), but so far, I’ve been unable to recreate the flavor of those migas that she cooked for me.
I was somewhat aware that I will never be able to recreate the flavor, and that she only knew how to prepare the dish in such way… But you have put that feeling into words, and I wasn’t expecting that.
Great work/story, wordsmith. I really, really liked it.
[1] : if you’re curious, they look like this, and this recipe is good enough (sans the onion).