What Food Means to Us


Each month, we upload a new writing prompt on our sidebar, encouraging people to write in on the topic. October’s writing prompt is FOOD.

Share your favorite recipe with us, or teach us how to make something! Is there a type of food that has special meaning in your household? Or a dish your family has passed down for generations? Maybe you have a memory associated with one type of food, or maybe you just love baking/cooking!

Here’s how our staff answered…

I’ll admit it: I’m kind of a terrible cook. I can follow a recipe just fine, but it ends there. Even so, cooking played a pretty big role in my family and I maintain that there’s nothing like a good home-cooked meal. My grandpa was the family chef, and he could dazzle anyone in the kitchen. He had his own arsenal of delicious recipes and could turn anything (even leftovers) into a tasty meal. He was kind of a magician that way. My favorite meal he prepared was chicken parmesan; after he passed away, we had some of Grandpa’s sauce still leftover in our freezer. For my birthday, my aunt and grandma helped prepare a meal of chicken parm using his sauce, and for just a moment, it was like he prepared it for my birthday himself. I think food can have this affect on us and create profound moments, and I’m so thankful for that birthday meal, which was so much more than just food. – Crystal

My mother’s side is Polish, so it’s no question that Christmas isn’t Christmas without pierogis. Growing up, and to this day, my aunts gather at my mom’s house every year on a Saturday in early December to make the dough and stuff them with mashed potatoes, prunes, cheese, sweet potato, and sauerkraut. My cousins and I sit around the counter and watch while our moms work in an assembly line, one making the dough, one rolling it out, and one forming the shape and stuffing with the mixture. All the while, they share stories, laugh, drink lots of wine, and become covered in flour. It’s a lot of work. One year, everyone thought it would be a good idea (easier and faster) to buy frozen pierogis in a box at the grocery store. Sure, they tasted OK on Christmas, but what we missed that year was that special Saturday…the stories, the laughs, the family time, and the tradition. My cousins and I have sworn that we will not let this tradition die. Making pierogis for Christmas is my most vivid food memory. – Steph


2 responses to “What Food Means to Us

  1. Crystal, that birthday meal . . . oh my God! What a special memory!

    Steph, spending the entire day making pierogis with all the girls (young and “old”) in my family is my favorite food memory too! So happy the tradition will live on!


  2. Pingback: Steph’s Smitten List: Family, Ring Holders, Alex & Ani | Positively Smitten Magazine·

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