Homemade phở gà and deep conversations… both oh so good for my soul. @minipieeee @freddiefrederick #vietnamesehomecooking #immorevietnamesethaniseem
Everything has a story… Well in my life, anyway.
I wasn’t expecting a random trip to the thrift store to really provide anything but a break from the endless thoughts churning through my mind. In my vain attempts to find the very things that filled my soul, I magically stumbled across it with this little sunny yellow Belgian Descoware enamel cast iron pot in my hands. As I slowly meandered to the cash register, I heard the piano playing snippets of a slow melody. I look over to see who might have been testing out the piano to purchase it, and it was a young latino boy in his early teens. He played with an emotion that I could feel reach the bottom of my soul. I smiled, sighed, and slowly made my way to the register. As I was checking out, I overheard his mother, the cashier, mention to another customer that he had never had lessons. He just plays.