roots and recipe first draft

The splashes of olive oil hits the bottom make me remember the time family members would come around the dinning table to feast on delicious food that my grandmother has prepared. the smell of eye watering onions fills my eyes as they are put in the pot, the sight of the big jug of vinegar sitting lonesome on the kitchen counter makes me think what my grandmother is making, so i ask my grand mother what she was making, "she said I'm making pork adobo", i ask why don't have this dish all the time, she answer in a stern voice, she said "BECAUSE IN THE PHILIPPINES THIS IS CONSIDER A TREAT!".
The brush of steam fly  past my face like a seagull flying gracefully through the air. You can hear the bubbling fat of the pork pop inside of the huge pot cooking the pork from the outside in, making it golden brown.
It has finally come to eat, an elderly voice echos throughout the house to call  make me remember the time family members would come around the dinning table to feast on delicious food that my grandmother has prepared, one after another , aunts, uncles, children all ages come through the doorway to the dinning room. there are bowls filled up to the brim of the bowl with steaming hot rice and freshly made adobo.
After the amazing food was devoured there where bowls stacked up a mile high, as everyone relaxed after a delicious meal.