Ever since I was little, my mother would make a very common Cuban dish: arroz blanco con huevitos fritos.
Rice with eggs sunny side up.
I realize that this may sound disgusting to the majority of humans on earth, but to me, it’s one of those heartwarming meals that I would eat Monday through Friday if given the chance.
Today, I tried to make it since I haven’t tasted it in nearly four years.
You don’t realize how much you miss even the simplest of things, sometimes.
Nothing ever tastes the way your mother makes it.
In this moment, I wish I could click my little red shoes, close my eyes tightly, and whisper a few times to myself, “There’s no place like home…..there’s no place like home…there’s no place like home…” and then maybe, the moment might take me there and I could taste my rice with eggs sunny side up, on my mother’s plate.
And I’m six years old again, so excited to hear that it’s what’s for dinner.
