Cooking in the Kitchen with My Father2
Food is fascinating. I love the art of preparing and eating good food, something I’ve recently embraced as a new hobby.
One of the great benefits of cooking is feeling the connection I have with my parents and grandparents. I was raised by my grandmother and my parents and each had a different cooking style. They are no longer living, but I still have those memorable moments and think about them often while I cook.
One of my favorite memories is being in the kitchen watching my dad prepare a large batch of macaroni and cheese. My dad was a master when it came to making mac ‘n cheese! It was beautiful, flavorful, and filled with love. It was my ultimate comfort food. I remember standing beside him; sometimes, he’d let me help him. I have a similar delicious memory of him making banana pudding.
I hold on to another unforgettable memory, the time a family friend offered to make us a fried turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. My dad usually cooked the Thanksgiving Day turkey and since this was our first Thanksgiving without him, it was a nice gesture. The house was somber without my dad and everything seemed to break or just go wrong, leading right up to Thanksgiving Day.
When our friend pulled the turkey out of the bag, I doubled over with laughter. The turkey was beyond burned! This turkey was charcoal black and burnt to a crisp! The only things holding the ashes together were the bones. My mom was stunned and totally in shock, saying over and over again, “You murdered that bird!”
Thanks to a well-stocked freezer, we were able to put something else together in time for dinner before the rest of the family arrived. That incident gave us a much-needed laugh during a rough time.
Just before purchasing the NutriBullet, I remember trying to make a smoothie with my Magic Bullet. I had made them several times before, so I knew what to do, but this time, something was in the air and it all went wrong! The next thing I knew, chunks of peanut butter went flying across the kitchen, on the counter, kitchen cabinets, fridge, and floor. It was such a mess, I couldn’t believe it!
Needless to say, lots of memories are made in the kitchen – good and bad! Through it all, I’m glad to have these and hold on to them and treasure them dearly. Now, with one of my favorite kitchen gadgets, I continue to make memories and invite you to do the same.
What are some of your favorite kitchen memories?