It doesn't happen often, but when it does, I marvel.
Generations in a kitchen.
My grandma, my mom and me
In the kitchen
At the same time...
Then the novelty wears off...
and reality sets in.
While it sounds awe inspiring people from three different generations in one kitchen is no joke!
Imagine how things turn out!
It can go from peace to chaos in seconds...
Grandma cutting up a frozen fish for her 'fresh fish stew' , my mom cooking a soup and lil ol' me trying to make 'amala' (plantain flour) for dinner.
It's not fun.
Especially when everyone wants everything done THEIR way
but it's family.
I love it and won't have it any other way.
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