Gogo’s kitchen
“I salivate as I look at the traces of butter, milk and melting sugar”
The first vivid memory I have of Gogo’s cooking is the smell of , soft porridge, which she makes for me and my brother every morning on her yellow-and-green Welcome Dover stove. I am four years old, eyes wide with curiosity and mouth bursting with questions, while my brother, Lindani, two
