My grandparents at Güiria had a conuco, but I don't keep any dear memories of it except for the birds. I guess it was because my mother always feared that a snake could bite me. Yes, it was wild 🤭
You're so lucky to keep such beautiful memories in your treasure chest.
Your pesto looks amazing. I use walnuts, too. Delicious for spaghetti 🤤🍝
I think my mom was more carefree in that respect, so she would drop us off at my grandmother's house like we were puppies! Jiji!😅
And the snakes and other animals thing is true! I have an anecdote with my grandmother and a snake, but one of those huge ones. If my memory doesn't fail me it was like a yellow color! 😳
I love basil in my meals. In chicken stew it is a delight and well, basil pesto on pasta is a God level dish!
Thank you for your valuable time and support!🙏🏻
My mother also got rid of me several times, haha. Once, my mother let me go swimming in the river with my brothers and cousins. It wasn't far from the house. We were a dozen of us kids; the one in charge was 19, one of my cousins. After bathing, I picked up my towel, which I had folded on a rock... something "flew" out from under my towel and hid in the trees. Upon seeing it, my cousin shouted, "una lora." A snake, that's right, not the bird. Oh, but it was a little one. I don't think I ever told my mother (she wouldn't let me go to the river on my own ever again). I was ten.
Of children, the woods, and snakes, there are a lot of anecdotes 😁
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