Eggplant Stew is Winter’s Memories
You can always tell when winter is in full swing and I don’t mean by the thick frost in the mornings. It’s the time of year where the nights get longer and the kids’ begging for five more minutes actually sounds reasonable. That is until you realize you have ten minutes to haul the kids to the car and drive them to school, while nagging them to put on their mittens and scarves. It’s that time of year where holiday cheer meets frosted cheeks, diets fade away for a few weeks and you would give anything for a cuddle beside the fireplace. While certainly not my most favorite season, winter has a special kind of charm for my family. Growing up, it was the one season that I could really see the small things my mother did that made me feel her love. Nightly showers were met with freshly warm and laundered towels. My mittens were always stuffed carefully into my jacket right in the mornings. Meals were always picked to fill my heart and tummy with warmth. Oatmeal with fruit in the mornings, a bowl of warm soup for lunch and always a hearty, thick warm dish for dinner. My mom was the best, I could never doubt the amount of love she poured into me growing up. It was the warmth of her love that made winter seem more than a holiday packed, frozen season. Winter was all about family. As an adult, I try to keep on my mother’s traditions. I don’t always get it perfect—I’ve slept […]