Mom, Tammy and I had lunch at Passage to India today, where I stuffed myself with their naan bread and yogurt sauce (what do they put in that stuff? I think I’m addicted). I feel like so much of my family’s “bonding time” involves food. Yesterday Mom made spring rolls for the first time in probably a decade (at my sister’s request). I think she used to make them often before she got busy with work. I love my mom’s food and think everything she makes is delicious, but it’s just weird to think that the food I’ll remember her making might have been different if she hadn’t worked.
Spending time with Tammy has been fun this past week, but it’s also been a little different. I think the eight-year age gap has narrowed a bit this past year. She’s leaving tomorrow, and I will miss her, but I’m realizing that our home isn’t truly her home anymore.
