As i dragged myself into the house from a long day of school, a delightful tingling sensation flew up my nose. This spectacular smell brought me back memories from when i was a little boy. I instantly knew that my mom was cooking.
On my birthday my would always ask me "what do you want me to cook for you". But she doesn't let me answer because she already knows what i was about to say. It was as if she was psychic.
Before she goes and starts preparing this amazing dish, I ask if i could help. She always lets me help her in making her famous shanghai lumpia. Well, it's not really famous but it is to me. She would make me chop up all the vegtables, but my favorite part in making this is wrapping the meat with the lumpia wrap. when we are done wrapping, my mom goe on and fries the freshly wrapped lumpias. The smell of the frying lumpias are so mouth watering, i just can't wait to consume these delicious rolls.
I am always the first one at the table because i stay in the kitchen and watch her cook it. My lips and my mouth starts to get very moist as i stare at the big pile of lumpias stacked on a large plate. Luckily i manage to not grab one, because i want to be polite and wait for the others to get to the table. When everyone gathers at the kitchen table, this is when the fun beins.
I grab a handful of lumpias and put them right next to the big stack of rice on my plate. When i eat lumpias, especially my mom's, i eat like there's no tomorrow. I dont even realize that my relatives are watching me, because i feel like nothing else exists but me and my food. Sadly, when i am done with my food, i give my mother a big hug and big smooch on the cheek and say thank you for this wonderful meal.