Me, beside my lola who was patiently mixing the giant pan full of home made ube. Or that time she handed me a plate full of pudding which I swear is the best ever that I've tasted up to now. Or me sneaking into her room and seeing her watch cooking shows with an index card and pencil in her hand. She had this box full of those index cards with lots of recipes written on them. And then I realized one thing. Why not name it after the person who inspired me the most?
"Lucy".
Somehow hearing that name all over again is like music to my ears. It'd be like she never left this planet.
Im crossing my fingers, hoping that I could cook or bake well just like her. :)
1 Comments-uh!:
Dear Lucy sounds nice. Homey. :-)
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