On a warm spring day of my youth, a bowl and rolling pin marked the beginning of my new life as an independent woman. I was heading off to college and my mother took me to Woolworth's in Laredo, Texas to make the purchase. The bowl was a sturdy green ceramic that couldn't have cost more than two dollars and the rolling pin might have cost even less, a far cry from some of the things I crave nowadays from places that sell gourmet cookware. Through the years and through all my moves, I carried them around with me like a passport, a reminder of who I was and where I came from, until I finally lost track of both the bowl and the palote (rolling pin). But the shopping trip to buy them remains one of the fondest memories I have of my mother. … [Read more...]
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