It seems like a simple question, but the answer has filled pages of my journal and I've barely begun to answer it.
The walls melt away and I'm in my own memory, hearing, smelling, seeing, touching and TASTING it - I can feel the texture of the foods in my mouth, the mix of herbs and spices, savory or sweet, hot or cold, creamy or crunchy, salty or tangy - and the soundtrack snaps on: conversations, laughter, the wistful scrape of a fork on an empty plate, the rustle of the paper at the bakery as the pastry is pulled from the tray, the buzz of fat bees in my ear...
And that's where the seed began to grow. These memories have gone from rustling to whispering to shouting from the shelves to be heard! And at the same time, recipes and stories from my roots are bubbling up to the surface. So I've started digging for more. And all along, I've been cooking, baking, mixing, tasting and experimenting with wild abandon in the kitchen. So this blog is a mix of memories - mine and those of my family - woven into recipes, food travels, and other tasteful stories. I hope it inspires you to share your own food memories and family recipes with those you love.