My mother, Patricia, made herself some potato salad earlier today and had fried chicken wings to go along with it.
The meal satisfied her fancy as her preparation turned out just the way she wanted.
She told me her food tasted good.
So my mother and I both prepared two of our own separate meals in which our appetites craved and took pleasure within.
I had an awesome breakfast and she had an amazing lunch.
Simple things like this make us happy and content.