I think it’s funny that as an adult I like most foods that I dislike as a child. Examples: olives, fish, brussel sprouts . . . .I realized as I tried these foods prepared differently and by different people, that it wasn’t necessarily the fault of the food itself sometimes, but the preparer and how they prepared it.
I’ve lost my taste for some things I enjoyed as a child. I don’t eat as many sweets as I did as a kid. I have small indulgences now and I’m satisfied.
I’m watching Jon and Kate Plus Eight on The Learning Channel and watching the mom and the daughter’s make something and the girls want to lick the bowl and the spoon. I flash backed to happy memories of my grandmother making all sorts of homemade yummies and her letting me lick the spoon and the bowl. My grandmother was a great cook. She made a lot of traditional Jewish recipes that I’m guessing she learned from her mother who learned from her mother. The kitchen was a great place to grow up. Always full of wonderful smells and interesting ingredients. If the stove wasn’t on, then the oven was. Holidays were filled with bustling in the kitchen. The same holiday specials came out of the kitchen and there was something comforting in the familiarity of it.
