Tatas

I’ve added a new category to the blog, “Memories,” as I am in the process of trying to preserve home movies of our family. Today’s memory is of Miquel eating a bowl of potatoes.

Every since I can remember, Miquel has had a love affair with food.

From the day he was born, I swear he would watch us chew and swallow and smack his lips, aching for a taste. Here,
I think I might have boiled some potatoes for him. I often taught him English and Spanish. In Spanish the word for potatoes is patatas, he managed to say “Tatas”.

In the video that follows, perhaps we have a clue how he can like food as much as he does, and stay so thin.

🙂

Love you Miquel.

Isn’t he sweet?