As a kid I hated peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The basic components were good, I thought. But jelly seeping through the bread, the gluey palate-sticking nature of the thing, and the whole sandwich mangled by a thermos smacking it inside the lunchbox of a girl with a purposeful stride? Thank you, but no. If Crunchy Cold Buckwheat Noodles in Peanut Sauce had been popular among suburban moms so long ago, it would have been my absolute lunchbox preference. The chewy buckwheat noodles draped in a velvet cloak of spicy, gingery
My mom and I live nearly 3,000 coast-to-coast miles apart, or roughly the same distance as it is from my home to Mexico City. It’s been nearly 16 months since I’ve seen her. If I were with her this week, I’d make mom these tasty Banana Coconutty Breakfast Cookies. I’d actually make a double-batch, and zippy-bag them up for her freezer so she’d have a month of homemade breakfast cookies after I left. Here are fourteen of the ways my mom is very special.