Of course I am grateful for food for the nourishment and life it gives, but also for the connection that it gives to so many things.
My husband went on a mission to Korea, and when I make Korean food for our family, it connects D's memories of his mission to our life now, and it gives our children an appreciation for another culture.
I love that we can learn about other cultures and in some ways travel to other countries through their food. We might not be able to afford a trip to Europe or other places, but we can get in touch with those places by eating the food and learning about them.
Food also connects me to family memories. As I have gotten older, a lot of childhood memories have slipped away. I don't always remember events themselves, but I often remember the food that went with those events. Making sugar cookies every Christmas Eve at my Grandmother's house was something that we always looked forward to. We didn't frost the cookies, but we painted the raw cut out cookie dough with Q tips and food coloring and then baked them. Without frosting they weren't the best tasting cookies in the world, but we loved painting them with our cousins and Grandma, and we loved the way the food coloring made our mouths and tongues colorful after we ate the cookies.
My Grandmother died when I was 14. She was and still is one of my very favorite people. She didn't spoil us, and she was sometimes stern, but she loved us fiercely and she was wonderful. Even though she has been gone from us for more than 20 years, we have hot German Potato salad every Christmas Eve in her memory. It was something she always made, and it makes us feel close to her to have it then.
Lemon meringue pie and Circus Peanuts always make me think of my Grandpa and those memories of him make me smile.
When D and I were first married we lived in Utah, and far from our parents. D's Grandparents lived in Salt Lake City, and we would drive up to visit them every so often. D's Grandma always had snacks in the freezer. They were always homemade baked goods. Cupcakes frosted in maple frosting and individually packed in baggies, or cinnamon twists. She would always pull some out of the freezer when we got there. It made us feel special.
I remember my Dad taking me to a bakery near our house when I was little. It's one of my earliest memories, and it is one that I treasure.
Food has become an integral part of our family traditions. Cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning are something that my kids have all grown up with, and I hope they take that tradition into their own families when I am gone.
I love collecting recipes from loved ones and from other countries. Food, far more than just nourishment, helps to bind us together.
My husband went on a mission to Korea, and when I make Korean food for our family, it connects D's memories of his mission to our life now, and it gives our children an appreciation for another culture.
I love that we can learn about other cultures and in some ways travel to other countries through their food. We might not be able to afford a trip to Europe or other places, but we can get in touch with those places by eating the food and learning about them.
Food also connects me to family memories. As I have gotten older, a lot of childhood memories have slipped away. I don't always remember events themselves, but I often remember the food that went with those events. Making sugar cookies every Christmas Eve at my Grandmother's house was something that we always looked forward to. We didn't frost the cookies, but we painted the raw cut out cookie dough with Q tips and food coloring and then baked them. Without frosting they weren't the best tasting cookies in the world, but we loved painting them with our cousins and Grandma, and we loved the way the food coloring made our mouths and tongues colorful after we ate the cookies.
My Grandmother died when I was 14. She was and still is one of my very favorite people. She didn't spoil us, and she was sometimes stern, but she loved us fiercely and she was wonderful. Even though she has been gone from us for more than 20 years, we have hot German Potato salad every Christmas Eve in her memory. It was something she always made, and it makes us feel close to her to have it then.
Lemon meringue pie and Circus Peanuts always make me think of my Grandpa and those memories of him make me smile.
When D and I were first married we lived in Utah, and far from our parents. D's Grandparents lived in Salt Lake City, and we would drive up to visit them every so often. D's Grandma always had snacks in the freezer. They were always homemade baked goods. Cupcakes frosted in maple frosting and individually packed in baggies, or cinnamon twists. She would always pull some out of the freezer when we got there. It made us feel special.
I remember my Dad taking me to a bakery near our house when I was little. It's one of my earliest memories, and it is one that I treasure.
Food has become an integral part of our family traditions. Cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning are something that my kids have all grown up with, and I hope they take that tradition into their own families when I am gone.
I love collecting recipes from loved ones and from other countries. Food, far more than just nourishment, helps to bind us together.
2 comments:
Food is definately a huge part of being social with family and with friends - And it does bring back memories. That is fun that you cook Korean food for you family.
I love food - I just do - Diet be Da_ _ed - Hee hee!
I love this because I feel so much like you do.
Food is always such a big part of our gatherings as a family. Like you, so many foods bring special memories to my mind.
I love that you have hot German potato salad in honor of your grandma. That is so wonderful.
You are a great mom, Heff. Thanks for your example.
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