I’ve always been told that I’m the spitting image of my mother. Hard to deny.
Like most little girls, I wanted to grow up and be just like my mom. Then like many teenage girls, I fought to not be just like her. But you grow out of that stage and realize as hard as you may tried, you pretty much ARE just like your mother. I’m not quite there yet and still have lots to learn.
Chickpeas. Hummus. I used to love these. Several summers ago, the husband and I attempted to make our own hummus. Not only did we buy a mortal and pestle to crush the chickpeas and garlic but we failed to find any tahini at the local Giant, so we proceeded to make our own tahini. For those of you who aren’t familiar with it, tahini is a paste made from sesame seed and olive oil. All the recipes we found sounded so easy. We had no clue how hard it would be to actually crush sesame seeds with a pestle. Lesson learned: get a food processor.
After our first attempt at hummus turned into a 4-hour arm workout, we made a trip to the Crate and Barrel up the street from our apartment and bought a food processor. And so began weeks and months of homemade hummus. It wasn’t long before I was so sick of hummus, and chickpeas in general.
Until this summer, I came across a recipe on Pinterest that sounded pretty yummy. Now its a favorite. Quick, easy and tasty. Original recipe found on Two Peas and their Pod.
“There is no foot too small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world.”
Remembering all those sweet lost babies. And thinking of all the mamas and daddies, whose hearts continue to hurt. As lonely as that road can seem, you are not alone. Share your story — www.october15th.com
***This day was proclaimed by President Ronald Reagan in October 1988, as a day of remembrance for all babies who have died too soon due to miscarriage, stillbirths, and neonatal death. ***