“If you really want to make a friend, go to someone’s house and eat with him… the people who give you their food give you their heart.” – Cesar Chavez
Ever since I was a small child, food has played a large role in my life – in how I feel about myself and my world. I grew up in a family divided in many ways: one half poor, illiterate, chaotic, alcoholic; the other comfortable, restrained, precise, ordered. Food expressed things that my family could never say – love, freedom, silence, regret, hope.
Now that I have my own family, I find myself creating old favourites in the kitchen, melded with new ones from my husband’s family and interesting recipes I find. Sometimes, I create something out of necessity (left overs need using, we only have one egg and no milk, or I just found twenty-five green tomatoes in my garden!) and it becomes a new favourite and a new story.
Food is many things: fuel, ritual, memory, identity, and culture. This blog is a celebration of all of those facets and here you will find stories, recipes, photos, and more.