I thanked her and her husband and really expressed my gratitude for being so good to me. Her husband helped me home walking across the culd-de-sac where I was greeted with lots of huge eyes wondering what in the world mom brought home.
I was giddy at the thought of my Filipino Spread I'd be able to make now.
I thought back to almost fifteen years ago when I became friends to Jasminka, a Bosnian refugee in Kentucky. Although we really couldn't communicate with each other, we shared our food with each other and I could express my love for her. It was hard, like sobbing hard, leaving her. Worrying about her and wondering how she would do without me. That's when I realized that I needed her. I had needed what she taught me. I had grown a lot by knowing her. I had been exposed to a different culture, I gained a greater appreciation for what I had as an American, I had learned not to be judgmental and accepting of others that weren't just like myself.
Over the years I've learned how to make some wonderful and yummy things, but even greater than that, are the things I've been exposed to and learned from my friends around the world. I consider myself very grateful and blessed today. Can't wait to report how my cooking goes. :)