Going back home....

My mother, as probably majority of mothers, knows perfectly what are my favorites dishes.Moment I tell her that I am going back home for a visit she starts to plan what is she going to cook and prepare when I am there.

First minute I come on the door ,I have to sit to eat and it is like that until I leave.

And...I love that,because ..there are things that I really miss:

my mother cakes



to go to bakery and don't know which bread to buy



the world best icecream



.....and a lot more.
I am trying to charge my bateries until the next visit.....