Going back to Mama and Papa's home is always partly about eating Mama's cooking again.
Making nourishing food is a great part of Mama's life. It's her thing. She spends most of her days in the kitchen making meals, frugal and delicious meals, from scratch. There's almost always a pot of homemade stock bubbling away on the back of the stove--like a Jewish mama. When Greta and I walked into the kitchen on Wednesday morning there was a stockpot with a couple of chickens in it cooking away for stock, and dough rising for five loaves of toast bread.
I take pictures of food because it makes me happy. Mama's food (to me) equals happy taste-buds, comfort, conversation, togetherness, artistry. And usually a few extra loved ones around the table.