See Me Now

Gluttony

I come from a family that takes food very seriously.

I swear, my great grandmother was blessed by God.

She could make the best tamales and sopa de pollo and sugar cookies and no one can or will tell me otherwise.

My grandmother could've been the best baker in the Valley.

She used to bring me and my cousin into the kitchen and she would bake cakes like it was nothing, she decorated them like they were the Sistine Chapel. She was better than any artist that ever lived.

My mother took after both.

Her flautas are heaven sent, her charro beans would make angels sing, and her tres leches cake with her homemade whipped cream would make a blind man see.

So, whenever I had a rough day, food would be set in front of me and I would eat until I fell asleep at the dinner table.

My family's blessing was my curse...

For I could not stop.