Chapter 13

As nice as it was to visit mi familia back in Texas, I was happy to be back. I had started to grow accustomed to the Portland rain and how it was usually cool enough to wear a sweater. It gave me a good excuse to show off mi abuela’s knitting. Even though the woman barely smiled, she sent me off with a box of new sweaters and socks.

“Don’t forget to always take a sweater with you,” she would always say as if I would catch a cold in the 105-degree heat. I never complained though. Mi abuela was always using new knots and trying out new thread on me. I knew it took her forever, and I really appreciated all her hard work.

I slid on my toasty new socks and set off to my Thursday culinary basics class. We were starting our new unit on vegetables and different treatments to accompany a dish. I could imagine roasting some beautiful carrots until they caramelized and getting major props from the head chef.

I wanted to impress him just once.