Breakfast is just the beginning

"If only people came with a restart button".
2012 was really tough and heavy. 
Such little time for myself, so many hours spent on traffic jams, meetings, working, thinking, explaining, taking care of others. 
I count the times I had to re-estimate relationships, take over same actions,
re-arrange time, prioritize, fall to zero and climb up again.
All these intensively, since February. Ten months later I feel that it was enough.

I needed some time alone at a familiar place. 
Me in the kitchen. Food helps me think clearly.
Quiet, strong tea and salty butter. Crispy bread, smooth goat cheese. 
Sour and sweet homemade berries' confiture.
Made myself a breakfast. Procrastination just died. 
A great day just started.

And off I go.

Your hand in mine

These are the hands that taught me what is soft and what is hard.
Showed the difference between cold and hot, explained the dos and the don'ts.
I have always had an extravagant relation with my mother's mom.
Pure love and strong misunderstandings haunted my childhood and puberty.

I was sleeping with her until I was 12, spent my summertime vacations till my 17.
She spent with me more days than with her own children, controlled her patience,
re- estimated responsibility and family affairs,
cooked for me so many breakfasts, lunches and dinners, made me gain 29 kilos in 4 months.
 

This is Mariό.

Last August she had an accident, routine for the elderly.
She is now recovering after a big stroke, trying to figure out life.
Again.
Since then she is living with me, because she believes that I take a good care of her. 
Also because she wants to make sure that I cook for her family, like she did, everyday.

She likes eating mostly candies and desserts, is a passionate vegeterian at her 82 and enjoys drinking red wine like there is no tomorrow.
Today she made her first steps, alone, after eight months.
We had to celebrate her victory against imbalance with something concise and full.
Cheers gradma'.