Dinner at Oma's

Oma may be the world's most humble woman. Beautiful as Audrey Hepburn and just as much a lady, she grew up in Germany during WWII and came to the states when she was in her early twenties, met my Opa and eloped a year later. And that's just the start.

Since coming home I've been able to spend hours talking to Oma, and it has just been lovely. There is so much depth to her, it's incredible. I'm so grateful I've been able to spend these priceless moments with her, getting to know who she really is. She's inspiring.

Especially in the kitchen.

Speaking of, she invited us over for a "meager bowl of pasta" the other night while I was home alone watching the two little boys. We were ecstatic. "Meager" and "Oma" just do not go hand in hand, so we prepped by not eating for hours before showing up for an amazing meal that had us stuffed and satisfied till breakfast 16 hours later.

P.S. She gave me some pointers after I begged her to stop being humble and admit what she does with her magical hands to make something that tastes so incredible, so I made some pasta a couple of days later which was to. die. for. I'm an Oma in the making! Not that I'm about to have grandkids, but you get the picture.

P.P.S. A special breakfast recipe to come! Stay tuned!