I can remember all the way back to when I was a child, Tia Dora would always love to cook (for everyone). I loved it when she would call my moms house and envite me over for fresh homemade beans. I’d run or ride my bike under IH-35 to grandmas house and she would serve me. Tío Fidel would be on his lunch break and would get upset (he was kidding) because she would make him wait till I was served.
I LOVE YOU TIA DORA. MY YOU REST IN PARADISE.
