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I'll try to make this read just as short and straight to the point as possible.
I feel like this particular prompt could be broken in two. I mean, one part found be on a meal that brings about a feeling and connects me to some time and place, and the other can just be about a confort food. They're two different things for me. However, I'd try to see if I can make a choice and merge them as one meal, or I'd just fly with the flow... whatever.
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The best meal I could eat at any time and anywhere should be yam whether boiled, fried, roasted, however it's prepared. It's okay by me. It happens to be my mum's favorite too. As was her mum's. Even my dad's mum loved it. When it comes to its preparation, I think I do a finer job, especially when I make sauce to go with a boiled version. Nonetheless, the food brings about memories from when we would have it together from the same bowl. My mum and her mum cook well. It always banged when we ate the yams with oil running down our hands, which we liked off. Guy! It was sweet. Still is. It always reminds me of home, of the beautiful moments as a family, the time when stories are shared as we ate and reminisced. I liked the connection that I felt from having the important women in my life close together and sharing in a plate of love and bond. My mum dotted on her mother, and I dot on mine and hers too, so you can only imagine how I always felt in those moments. It's the same with eating it with my paternal grandmother.
My mum's mother is no more. As is my dad's mother, but a number of times, when I feat on the meal, it reminds me of them, especially when it's shared between my mum and I. The way my mum eats hers is similar to how her mother did. As for my dad's mum, I have a clear mental picture of what her having the meal was like. From the handwriting before meal, to how she picks a piece of the yam amd breaks it off, to dipping it in the sauce, guiding it to her mouth and briefly shutting her eyes abd she chews and enjoys it. It was always a delightful sight. Yam is filling, sweet meal reminiscent of times, days, and places. Of memories which I hold dear and will do so for a very long time. I wouldn't want to ho any further, so, that's about it for this prompt.
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