"Here you go, mijo," María said as she set the steaming bowl of pozole before him,"dig in."
Ethan looked at the dish with a smile on his face as he sat down, "this brings back memories."
"Yeah, it really does." María responded as she also sat on the opposite side of the table, "now eat up before it gets cold."
"Thanks for the food," he said as he picked up a spoon and mixed the soup for a bit before taking a spoon full into his mouth.
An explosion of rich, savory flavors spread across his tongue, as he felt the tender chicken that fell apart easily, the earthy sweetness of hominy, the slight smokiness of chilies blending with the tang of lime.
Ethan closed his eyes briefly as he savored it.
He had completely forgotten how her cooking tasted as though he hadn't had it in years..... which he hadn't.
María on the other hand just looked at Ethan with a smile on her face as he ate, causing him to look up from his bowl and at her.
