It may sound odd to some, but today marks the anniversary of the day the Dear Man's grandma ('Maica') died. We always mark the day by lighting a candle for her and placing her photo in a prominent place. Tonight's supper is one we both decided she'd like: fried fish, mamaliga (polenta) with mushroom sauce, green beans and of course, a salad. The D.M. even whipped up the tiniest dish of his special Romanian garlic sauce.
Maica was one of the first persons to welcome me into the D.M.'s family, and even though I didn't speak much of her language, I believe we understood each other well.
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