One Sunday morning I walked into my mothers
kitchen and found her making Lasagna.
I grabbed my camera I said “Ma look at me”
She turned and smiled as I took her picture.
She was wearing a colorful Mu Mu.
It was a popular apron that a lot of
Italian house wives wore in those day.
She was unraveling a Lasagna pasta and
placing it into the baking dish on the table
We see the ricotta in front of her and the
sauce for the Lasagna in the pot on her Maytag
Her colander had only one handle,
but she never parted with it.
She loved to cook. It was the joy of her life.
Her cooking was my joy too.