Mum's Cooking

Eating at home has now become some that takes place probably only twice a week, seems enough to make it look insignificant.
But while having my mum's cooking for lunch today, realize something:

i finished my lunch in an instant.

Its like 'Wow', who the heck actually bothers to get concerned with something like that?'

'Yeah, who would?'

'I did.'

i have never ever in camp or outside, finished my meal in such an instant. Was it the subconscious side of me grabbing that every single chance to enjoy this home-cooked meal? Possible.
After all, its cooking that has been tasted since young, nothing ever more familiar.

However simple the dishes, that is where it is closest to heart.