I remember with nostalgia those days in my aunt Carmela's kitchen, watching her masterfully cooking her famous croquettes.
Despite the years that have passed, I can still smell the delicious aroma of butter and nutmeg that filled the room.
Thinking back to the simple recipe that made her family so happy, I couldn't help but think how much a dish could mean.
Beyond the ingredients, it encapsulated the warmth of a home, the family tradition and the eagerness to transmit joy through food.
Undoubtedly, part of the magic of the croquettes lay in that. Not only in their exquisite taste, but also in the memories and affection they contained.
They were a reflection of my aunt Carmela's generosity in entertaining her loved ones with small details full of love.
Although she is no longer with us, I feel that part of her soul remains intact in every bite.
That is why, every time I tasted a croquette, I not only enjoyed its crunchy texture, but also the precious moments lived together with my dear aunt.