When my daughter Kelly attended the university, she missed the dishes native to our home.
当女儿凯丽去大学就读时，她非常想吃我们家乡风味的菜。
One night she phoned and asked me to send her the ingredients for it.
有一天夜里，她打电话要我将那种食谱寄给她。
“I’d happy to send the makings,” I said. “But how will you prepare them without a stove?”
“我很高兴寄给你那些食谱，”我说，“可没火炉，你怎么做菜呀？”
“No problem, Mom,” she said, “I’ll use my iron.”
“没问题，妈妈，”她说，“我用熨斗。”
