Family food is a collection of recipes that are perpetually etched in my mind as treasured food memories. These recipes – collected from family members, neighbours, friends and even acquaintances – have improved my cooking skills, but more importantly taught me life lessons like generosity and the joys of sharing.
Is it just me or does certain food tend to leave a lasting impression? Whether it’s festive dinners cooked by mum or a family member or that “little something” that your neighbour shares oh-so-generously as she fixes a quick snack on a weekday but chooses not to eat it alone – food seems to rises above its utilitarian purposes in such instances. For me, it’s a window to a soul, an extension of love, an opportunity to gather (maybe even make amends?). Is it any surprise that a meal plays such a crucial role in most social, cultural and religious gatherings?