Mami on Rainy Afternoons: A Bowl That Felt Like Home

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Mami on Rainy Afternoons: A Bowl That Felt Like Home

by Eugenia C. Martin

There is something about a bowl of hot mami on a rainy afternoon that still brings me comfort.

Whenever dark clouds gathered and the rain began to fall, Daddy would often suggest cooking something with soup. If it wasn't creamy sopas or nilaga, it was mami. Somehow, he believed that rainy days were made for warm broth.

I remember watching him prepare the soup with quiet patience. He carefully seasoned the broth, cooked the noodles just right, then topped each bowl with fragrant toasted garlic and slices of hard-boiled egg. Those simple finishing touches made his mami feel extra special. There were also times when we sold mami, and I noticed that he prepared every bowl with the same care he gave the meals he cooked for our family.

As a child, I thought he was simply cooking because we were hungry.

Today, I understand he was taking care of us.

A bowl of mami couldn't stop the rain or cure every illness, but it had a way of making everything feel a little better. It brought warmth to cold afternoons and comfort to tired hearts.

Even now, whenever I eat mami on a rainy day, I don't just taste the broth.

I remember my father.

And I am reminded that the greatest comfort is not found in the noodles or the soup, but in the quiet love of the one who prepared it.

                Na-miss ko tuloy mami ng MaMonLuk (my Daddy’s favorite) :D <3

 

 

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Eugenia C. Martin (Ms. Eugene) is a Registered Guidance Counselor, Licensed Professional Teacher, wife, mother, songwriter, gardener, traveler, and home cook. Her life's lessons have come from many classrooms—the school, the counseling room, her parents' kitchen, the family garden, and the backyard shoe-making business where she first learned the values of perseverance, entrepreneurship, and community. Through her writing, she reflects on mental health, parenting, education, relationships, faith, music, gardening, and the journeys that continue to shape her understanding of people and life.