63 Quotes by Elizabeth Acevedo

Onward. Always onward.I blow her a kissacross the linoleum, &whisper blessings under my breath,divide a piece of Godfrom my heartfor her to carry.I know she does the same for me.

So, your cobbler traveled from the South of the US to the south of the Iberian Peninsula! I let the peaches sit in the juice of some sour oranges and added apricots, and the patrons at the restaurant I'm working at gobbled it up before the lunch rush was over!

But sancocho is a daylong dish to make.It has many steps; it's making a pact with timethat you will be patient & the outcome will be delicious.It is browning & boiling. Blending & straining.It is meat & root vegetables. Herbs & salt.It is hearty & made from the earth & heart.

I lift the pot lids and see that I've made a fragrant yellow rice with cilantro. Somehow, black-eyed peas found their way into the rice, but I can tell from the smell that it works. The chicken looks juicy, and smothered in onions, it's cooked perfectly without a thermometer. The green salad with a spinach base is crisp. Not a complicated meal, but one made for comfort.

I take in the large churches, the tall buildings that look like elegant wedding cakes, the city center and monuments. As we leave the city behind, I watch the landscape as Malachi naps with his head on my shoulder. I see so many green fields and squat trees with purple flowers and I find them all beautiful, but then, I doze off, too.

Because so many of the poems tonight felt a little like our own stories. Like we saw and were seen. And how crazy would it beif I did that for someone else?

It wasn't only that my feet ached and I cooked the funkiest meals (they were still so good they'd make you twerk something, but definitely off the wall: macaroni jalapeño burgers and Caribbean jerk lamb tacos).

But maybe my silence. Just made him feel more alone.Maybe my silence.Condones the ugly things people think.

Because her hands will be scraped raw from work but she still folds them to pray.