Sunday phone marathons

Started today with the best intentions. Had all my meal prep ingredients lined up on the counter, chicken thawed, vegetables chopped. Then Abuela Rosa called.

Sunday phone marathons

Three hours later I’m still in the same spot on the couch, cold coffee in hand, and my heart is completely full. She told me about cousin Maria’s new baby (he has the Vasquez chin), caught me up on neighborhood drama (apparently Mrs. Gutierrez’s roses are causing property line disputes again), and walked me through her new recipe for pozole that she’s perfecting for Easter.

Mid-story about cousin Maria’s new baby

The chicken is still sitting in the kitchen. The vegetables are probably wilted. But I got to hear her laugh when she told me about teaching my six-year-old cousin Diego to make tortillas and how he managed to get masa in his hair, on the walls, and somehow on the ceiling. Some things are more important than meal prep schedules.

Jake brought me fresh coffee halfway through without saying a word. Sometimes Sunday afternoons are exactly what they’re supposed to be.