Les Petit Chefs
Like most kids, I took my mother's cooking for granted. While she worked in the kitchen, we were out riding bikes and exploring creeks. When the street lights popped on, it was our cue to return home, where we were engulfed by scents that made us ravenous. Oh how good we used to have it. I wish I had taken the opportunity to work alongside my mother in the the kitchen. It wasn't until I went away to college that the loss hit me. I missed Middle Eastern dishes that you couldn't buy anywhere. I'd call her up at night, and...
