The best part of having my parents in town for the last two weeks has been having family suppers. Good food, good company, and the laughter of people I love. That all spells happy contentment for me; I like nothing more than a full table of people eating together
And if there is one meal I most enjoy with my family, it's tacos. We are Californians after all and that means a built-in love of fresh tortillas and salsa. So our New Year's supper was just that: chicken tacos, refried beans, rice, and a big bowl of guacamole.
Grandpa and Grandma have flown home and are already much missed. But there is lingering smell of fried tortillas in the house.
It smells like home.