The reason why I share this story is because food is not just about eating. There are so many memories that are associated with food. So many people remember what they ate on their first date, or what their mom's cookies smell like. It really becomes a part of us. I have so many distinct memories with food, some sad, some silly, and so many memories of happy times. One memory that I always think of when I go grocery shopping is that of growing up with my family. Every Saturday night my Dad would go to the grocery store. It was a release for him after a long week at a stressful job. Now my mother was extremely practical with what she bought at the grocery store. She is an amazing cook, and fed us very well, but that being said, she didn't get some of the more random or exotic things that my Father would.
If there was ever anything in our home that ever even remotely could be considered junk food, us kids knew that Dad had to have brought that in, cause mom would have never done that. Together they exposed us to so many things. I remember as a little girl sitting at the table and my dad teaching me how to eat an artichoke. I must have been overly anxious to try it so I wasn't listening and learned that those artichokes can bite back if you aren't careful. The kitchen really is the heart of the home, I always felt love and safety there, and I am so grateful that my parents always made my brothers and I the center of their lives. What memories do you all have of food?