Updated: Dec 23, 2020
From birth until death, food is at the heart of all we do!
Food not only nourishes us, but comforts us. Who hasn't enjoyed a hot bowl of soup on a snowy, winter day or made an ice cream run after a difficult breakup? Have you ever baked cookies with the kids during the holidays even though it would be faster and easier to do it yourself and certainly much less messy? I had a tradition with my kids every Christmas. We would have dinner, bake cookies and while they were in the oven and the house smelled delicious, we'd watch a Christmas movie. After, we'd eat a cookie or two before bed and pack the rest to bring as holiday treats when visiting. What cooking traditions do you have? Leave a comment and let us know!
Food plays a big part in special celebrations and holidays. People will rave about good food and rant about bad food. Have you ever had a friend attend a wedding where the food was horrible? You never heard the end of it, right?
Most often, when someone asks, "So how was the wedding?" the response will always be how the bride looked and whether the food was good or not. I had several catering halls refuse to cater an all vegan wedding. They could have, but they wouldn't. Why? Because people who are not vegan will complain about the food and no one will remember it was all vegan, they will only remember to tell people, "Oh that place, the food stunk!"
When a new baby is born, it's traditional in families of Italian descent, and I'm sure many other families of other nationalities, to make or send food. The new mother receives charming baskets and homemade meals, making life easier for the new parents and family.
As a child, every Sunday we drove from Long Island to Queens to my paternal grandparents house for Sunday dinner. It was the same every Sunday. Pasta in red sauce, gravy meat, a roast with sides, salad, fruit and nuts, pastries and cookies and finally candy. Yes, dinner started at 3 p.m. and didn't end for hours. See why I don't eat meat anymore.
Funny Story: Above is a typical Sunday dinner in most Italian/American households. Growing up, my paternal grandmother served all this and then after, she would serve some sort of roast with sides of vegetables and potatoes and salad. I took a friend with me to my grandmother's house when we were still in elementary school. Later that night she asked me why we ate two dinners. I had no idea what she was talking about. She said, "You know, you had the macaroni and meatballs and then the roast." To her it was TWO dinners - to me it was Sunday. Have your own funny food story? Leave a comment on this site and let's all smile.
My mom making meatballs in the video above. You can easily substitute the meat like I did for my vegan balls. See below for recipe!
Sunday dinner was family time and we sat around the table and talked and laughed and made wonderful memories. We also played games between courses and had a ton of fun. Crazy things happened through the years, things that still bring smiles today. There were cake fights, silliness, and jokes. And cousins, lots and lots of cousins.
I used to cook with my mom's mom from when I was very little, like this ninja child. Luckily for her, I didn't lunge at every ingredient. I did "sneak" a few tastes during the whole process, and she used to give me a piece of hom