Mama's Cooking
Mama's Cooking I loved the smell of my Mama's tortilla The aroma while she was cooking We would spread some mantequilla. They were so delicious and addicting. She would make us a pot of Menudo So we could eat to our heart's desire This is the real thing, not a pseudo. Add habaneros to set our stomach on fire. We would eat some frijoles borrachos To complement our menudo and tortillas Then we would cut up cilantro and cebollas Put them in the menudo and ate todo el dia. Every day was like a feast to my familia We ate heartily after we labored all day We lived a happy life and it was sensilla And our meals were like an exciting buffet.
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I love to write about my life, my family, and my Christian values. We struggled growing up but our parents always found a way to provide us with what we needed. We grew up laborers, working in the fields in Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Texas. My 8...
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