FROM MY KITCHEN TO YOURS
A Letter from Irma
Mija, mijo, come sit down. Pour yourself a coffee. This is going to take a minute, because before I give you one single recipe, I want you to know where they come from.
I was the oldest girl of nine children. With my mother and my father, that made eleven of us at the table, every day, three times a day.
Eleven. Think about that the next time you stand in front of the refrigerator and say there's nothing to eat.
IRMA'S COOKBOOK9
