Thin green beans fried in the skillet while I chopped tomatoes, onions, and a mushroom. In another pan, onions caramelized next to crispy skinned potatoes. As usual, I remembered my mother’s kitchen at breakfast time when she fried potatoes with onions and peppers alongside a pan of scrambled eggs. After the breakfast dishes were rinsed my Cousin, Grandma, and I walked down the busy road next to their house where the trees grew thick and the river lay flat.
