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My grandma loves to cooking for us, when we go to her house, she cooks mostly everything we want but the dish, she made the best, was chicharron en salsa verde, only of thinking of it I imagine the taste and the look. I remember the first time I had it, it was something that I will never forget, I woke up at 7:00 a.m. with a marvellous aroma right at the tip of my nose, and like the cartoons it took me out of bed and take me down stairs to the kitchen and there was it the best dish in the world, a big dish of chicharon with some recently fried beans, two fried eggs and a mug of hot coffee with milk and sugar and of course a lot of flour tortillas. When I seat on the table, my grandfather it is already there, reading the news-paper and listening on the radio the news, he always hears them very loud, I don’t know why because, his hearing is very good and he normally specks very soft; then he starts commenting to me about what good and bad news are on the paper and any other from the radio. As we wait for the rest of the family we keep talking about this and that, by the moment I finish breakfast everybody is around the table and having their own breakfast, I don’t like to stand from there because, we all are having fun and making jokes from one to another and of course grandma has already nag someone; we are always laughing because, she always does that, still she always denies it. I don’t know why she is like that but I still love her with all my heart. When someone ask me about family or a good meal this what instantly comes to my mind in a fraction of a second and I can see the whole picture my grandpa in his chair (because he always seats in that same place) and my grandma next to him although she is always standing up to serve anyone who is arriving and don’t you there trying to serve yourself, because she doesn’t likes that, she says that is a pleasure for her to serve your breakfast it doesn’t matter if you are old or not she always tells you –“no, no ,no, you don’t know how, I will do it”- and that’s how it is every Sunday mornings at his house.