Oh, School...So what did you cook for him?

Some of you may already know, that I come from a large, loud, funny, loving, some what crazy, close, and particular, Cuban family.

I would like to share with you now one of those particulars...



I try to keep my sense and beliefs in marriage, traditionally Cuban, to a certain extent of course. I love cooking for Brandon, I love letting him grow to love Cuban food, but I also will not always have time to cook a monstrous Cuban dinner every night. Steaks, home-made Garbanzo beans, and fried plantains take quite a bit of time to prepare. Never-the-less, I will always try.

So therein begins my funny story. As I speak with the Cuban woman of my family, they rave about what they cooked the prior night for their husbands. Of course, eventually, they ask me what I did for the week, and I replied to all of them. "I worked, spent a couple of days with Brandon, lots of school of course,"

Their expressions glazed over for a moment, and as if they snapped right back to reality, they said back to me. "Ohhh, school, so what did you cook for Brandon?"

Not that they do not value education, quite the contrary, they feel school is a priority for a woman living in the U.S.A. But when it comes down to the bare bones of it all, you still, must always know how to cook.

Just another reason why I love my family. :D