“Food is Life,” I relate in such a way that I revert back to my childhood. I picture myself in my family dining room as a young girl. I am with my extended family, eating and making memories..
A vivid memory, waking on a Sunday morning to the bold aroma of my mammas Sunday gravy. The ritual was always the same. I would wake, eyes wide open, travel down the long hallway into the kitchen, grab a kitchen chair, pull it up to the kitchen sink and climb up to see an eel swimming in the sink. This eel would meet it’s destiny at the hands of my grandma. Grandma felt it served the family better in moms Sunday gravy.
The importance of food has been instilled in me from a very early age. It was mandatory, we ate as a family every evening. Our parents taught us this was the most important part of our day. It was the part of the day where we would meet together, discuss our day, our plans and even some gossip. All this catching up as we passed the Corningware filled with plentiful food! I was blessed we had that time together; some of my friends were not as fortunate. My parents culture taught me to appreciate food as not only a memory maker and necessity, but a creation. As a result, as an adult, I am a foodie. I enjoy preparing beautiful fresh food; I enjoy sharing my beautiful food. Mangia, mangia!
Somewhere in America 