I believed visiting Dad’s grave would help me make peace with the past, but finding a photo of myself on a nearby tombstone sent chills down my spine. Little did I know that this unsettling discovery would lead me to a life-altering truth about my mother.It’s been two years since I lost my father to cancer—two years, four days, and what feels like a lifetime of sorrow. I vividly recall the day we learned about his stage IV lung cancer. It was as if the world came to a halt, trapping us in a nightmare from which there was no escape. Although the doctors immediately started treatment, deep down, we all sensed the battle was lost. Dad fought valiantly, but in the end, cancer prevailed. The news of his passing reached me through a phone call from Mom while I was at home in the city. Her voice, usually so strong, cracked as she broke the news. “Penny… he’s gone.” The memory of that moment is a blur of tears and frantic packing.
Ham & Cheese Pinwheels
BUTTER PECAN POUND CAKE
Absolutely divine! This is one of my favorite cakes ever!
CINNAMON SWIRL APPLE FRITTER BREAD
BLUEBERRY SOUR CREAM COFFEE CAKE: A BURST OF BERRY BLISS
Luscious Country Apple Fritter Bread
I love getting this at Chinese restaurants, and now I’m so happy to say I can make them at home. So tasty!
Carne Guisada with floor tortillas
I’m embarrassed by how much I love this dish, but it’s too good not to share.