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One of my favorite childhood memories is eating shish kebobs while on vacation on the Azov Sea. Those were original style kebabs - lamb, roasted over hot fire after being marinated in onions, crushed tomatoes and herbs. They were fragrant and salty, and eaten outdoors after working up an appetite on the beach - they rocked.

My grandma used to run a deli, long before I was born. She cooked simple meals for herself and her friend, Duke, and made he best peanut butter toast in the history of the world. Every once in a while though, she would come out of the blue with a seemingly random, inspired creation from the old deli days. I woke up one morning and she had bags packed, the car idling - knowing her, it had probably been idling since she woke up at 5:30 that morning - I speedily dressed at her urging and we hit the beach. It was summer, rocky and we perched on rocks overlooking the sound while she unwrapped polish sausage sandwiches, rich with olive oil and piled with sauerkraut. While we ate, she told me about how she used to make them at the deli all the time, and woke up that morning with the need to make them again. It was the first time I realized that food is in your bones.

Joint of beef and Yorkshire pudding. And jello - for dessert; usually red, with whipped cream.

Pierogies! My Ukranian grandmother, Vera, did not visit us in the states too often, but when she did, she cocooned in the kitchen and cooked up a storm. The pierogies were the best--stuffed with wonderously overcooked mashed potates, cheddar cheese--and the boiled dumplings smothered in browned onions and sour cream. She introduced us to other Ukranian classics too, of course, but that one struck my young heart (and stomach) soooo deeply. Comfort food doesn't get much better than that. :) (Well, there *is* mac&cheese ....

My grandmother had been paralyzed by a stroke before I was born, and my grandfather decided he needed to learn how to cook in order to take care of her. We would visit a couple of times a week and he would try out new recipes that he and I would come up with. My desire was to add peanut butter to anything, and he, having lived through the depression, thought this cheap source of protein idea was a good thing. Some of our experiments were not good - peanut butter in spaghetti sauce instead of meat, for example, was not a "barn-burner," to use one of his expressions. But every so often we'd strike gold - peanut butter sandwiches dipped in french toast batter, our version of a Monte Christo (he called it a Monte Ralpho in my honor) - was a winner.

There was this one New Year's Eve where my dad decided he was going to make something really fancy. He made this Seafood Chowder that had actual whole clams (not from a can!). I'd never had clams in their shell before, I was amazed. I remember him even making the fish stock from scratch. I still remember how delicious that soup was, plus it was followed by crab legs and steak so what's not to love?

I always remember that seafood chowder even though I think I was 5 at the time. mmmmm, so good.

My father making milkshakes in (what seemed like) the middle of the night when it was a hot Chicago summer with no air conditioning.

My grandmother's pound cake. Best I've ever had. We've tried to duplicate it, but even using her recipe, something's different.

My mother's tomato soup. As often as she made it, there was always a bit of stress involved when she added the milk (or cream) to the soup. It was wonderful up until that point, and would have been a great soup without the cream added, but that creaminess put it over the top. But adding dairy to an acidic soup was always touchy, because sometimes it would curdle. And this was something she always struggled with...which made it even more special when it turned out right.

The best was when she made homemade noodles to go in the soup, but it was fine with store-bought. It always had to be the rustic kluski noodles. Nothing else would do.

During the harvest every year, my grandmother and mother canned hundreds of cans of tomatoes and pickles and relish and chili sauce. I remember those hot, hot days in August with the kitchen brimming with bushels of tomatoes and cucumbers. My favourite food memory from that is the warm chili sauce, as soon as it was perfect, on a piece of white toast with butter. And then, always for dinner the night the chile sauce was made, home fries, made in a big iron skillet, with lots of that beautiful fresh chili sauce.

Clown sandwiches-I've mentioned these before on this site. Basically my mom would spread peanut butter on bread, and then leave out a bunch of toppings (raisins, cheerios, sprinkles etc.) to make clown faces on the bread. These were a huge treat, and when we'd walk home for lunch and the spread was sitting on the counter waiting for you to create a clown sandwich, life was gooooood. My brother and I still talk about it fondly...

When I was a kid we always went to a place in Stamford, Ct. called Chimney Corners where I always had my favorite dish: Fried chicken served with a decadent white gravy, corn fritters (never could duplicate them) and the most amazing pop-overs delivered to each table by the Pop-Over Lady dressed in red and white gingham. Those dinners are indellible in my mind even after 52 years!

When I was a kid my grandpa would take me fishing at my great-uncle's Christmas Tree farm, where there was a pond. He would fly-fish while I would fish with a bamboo pole. Once I caught 5 little sunfishes which we took back to the house, he cleaned them and fried them in a skillet. They were delicious and I was exhausted but proud of myself!

Cooking with my mom. Anything.

I had a pretty food-deprived childhood. Fondest memory is probably KFC, which was a rare treat and the only time we ever had biscuits, coleslaw or fried chicken. Sad.

One of my favourite lunches when I was younger was the simple creamed peas on toast. My grandmother used to give us brown sugar sandwiches as a snack.

my grandma's middle eastern cooking when we used to have family gatherings...back in the day when everyone wanted to get along.

My dad worked a lot when I was young, so I used to love waking up way before the alarm and sitting with him in the kitchen while he had peanut butter toast and tea. Both of those foods still give me great comfort and warmth to this day.

My Great-Grandmother's red gravy which isn't your traditional Italian style. This was just tomato sauce, chopped onions, garlic, & bit of butter. It was served over mashed potatoes. I've never meet another person who like this but it's something I remember Her and my Grandmother making.

This wasn't actually that long ago but in high school my family went out west and while driving through one of the reservations in the four corners area we stopped at at a little shack and got what were labeled "Navajo tacos" which were flat bread with ground meat on top. There was an adorable little boy eating a whole pickle. Very memorable.

My mother used to make something called "Meat-za Pizza" when I was a kid. Essentially, it was a pizza with ground beef as the "crust", topped with red sauce and cheese. I bet it wouldn't be so hot today, but it was one of my favorites back then!

When I was younger, my mother often made banana bread and I was always responsible for beating the eggs! Definitely one of my first "cooking" memories.

My favorite food memory has to be sitting across the counter from my mom, learning how to roll dough into balls to make buns. My mom always let me make mini version of hers on a small baking pan. After they were done, we would take the buns out of the oven and spread butter and fresh strawberry jam to test them out. It always tasted great even if mine didn't look very pretty!

Growing up, I didn't have many really exceptional food experiences at home. (It wasn't until well after I left the house that my mom discovered she actually enjoyed cooking.) That's why I spent all week in anticipation for Sunday Lunch at Grandma's! It wasn't fancy, but it was ALWAYS the best food I had had all week. There was a short rotation of what she would cook, but my favorite was her roast chicken with spinach latkes and brownies for dessert. I've tried many times, but none of the dishes can compare to what she would make with her beat up old cookware and lots of love. :)

My father's thai style fried chicken. He only made it so we could carry a bucket full of it on our 20 hour flights to Thailand when we were kids. One bucket would hold chicken, another rice, and a third had sliced cucumbers. I asked him to recreate the dish recently, but since I'm over 30 now, he claims its too unhealthy for us to be eating.

roast beef, potatoes and yorkshire pudding every christmas dinner. Helping my mom cook on christmas first got me into the kitchen actually!

My aunt took me to a chinese restaurant for the $5 lunch special. It was delicious and I have loved chinese food ever since.

Mine is buying street cart fish balls with my cousins right before dinnertime. Even though our mouths were smeared with soy sauce when we returned home, we still lied and said we didn't snack on anything outside. Yea right...

My fondest memory is being asked by my office manager's family to say the blessing and then experience "real" kugel for the first time. Oh my! I was in love, and they were honored that I had learned the prayer for this very special evening. I'll never forget it.

My mom's cathead [huge] biscuits with rice and gravy for breakfast.
My dad's potato salad, which is still the best I have ever eaten.
My granny and I eating cornbread and green onions with nothing else.
My Pa-Daddy letting me lick the salt lick with the cows, I guess that counts as a food memory!

homemade dumplings and steamed buns

Wow, I could never pick one. Sitting on my mom's kitchen countertop baking cookies from scratch (especially her famous sour cream cookies), eating Gebhardt's crumb cake for the first time in my grandmother's kitchen in Queens, baking birthday cakes (my favorite for years was Boston Cream Pie), helping my mother prep for her annual Christmas cookie swap, pretty much every Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, July 4th, and birthday in our house.....

Being a first generation Vietnamese-American male, 23 years of age, away from home and mum, particularly gives me a yearning for tastes of my yesteryears. My mother is still alive but a few thousand miles away. I prepare all the meals for my wife (she’s Polish) and myself. I have desperately tried to recreate those satiating meals of humble origin but there’s something about having and using the bare bone beginnings of poverty. By God, I’ve been blessed with cookware and resources to create nearly any cuisine but my heart longs for the everyman food of Vietnam. Days where I was sick, I knew mum would prepare for me a large bowl of chicken-stock congee, topped with dried, shredded pork (pork floss), with streaking galaxies of Maggi seasoning. On any day in Westminster, California, mum would treat me to a bánh mì thịt nướng…a fresh-oven French baguette, halved-lengthwise and spread with a mouth-filling, spiced yellow-tinged mayonnaise, deep rose-colored char grilled pork, long cucumber slices, onions and jalapeno peppers, cilantro, and to help cut the unctuousness, pickled carrot and daikon spears.
Mum knew best.

My grandmother prepared three meals everyday of her adult life. In the morning she would get fresh eggs from the barn, and fry them in the sausage grease created from the sausage she had already prepared. She then used the rest of the grease to make a sausage gravy to pour over freshly made buttermilk biscuits. If you still had room you could have more biscuits with cold butter and homemade preserves, likely made from berries my grandmother had picked herself.

Lunch would consist of leftovers from the night before along with freshly prepared veggies from her garden.

Dinner would be something like:
1. Fried chicken with gravy, new buttermilk biscuits, green beans (fresh) and big slices of tomatoes still warm from the sun.
2. Chicken n dumplings with homemade sour kraut, and fresh buttermilk biscuits.
3. Stewed chicken with fresh buttermilk biscuits, fresh corn on the cob and more tomato slices.

Desert would usually be more biscuits with cold butter and one of the following: homemade preserves, honey still on the wax, or fresh molasses. Sometimes she made lemon meringue.

Asker her for a recipe. She just laughs. They are all in her head.

Mom's chicken pot pie after a day of playing in the cold. There's nothing better.

When I was little we would go visit my grandparents in New Brunswick (the Canadian province, not New Jersey). They had a little clapboard house with a big field in the back. We would pick wild strawberries and eat them like cereal in a bowl with cream and sugar. You had to pour in the cream first, if not it would wash off the sugar to the bottom of the bowl. I have never found again such strawberry-ish strawberries...

Lasagna...I am always disappointed when I order this at a restaurant...it just doesn't compare to what my mom made at home.

I totally remember green goddess dressing! My favorite old time treat was always the casserole you make with au gratin potatoes with sausage, broccoli and carrots. Num.

My grandmother always made homemade pierogi for the holidays with a combination of farmer and pot cheese feeling - gently boiled and then sauted in butter and onions. YUM!!!!!

Helping my mom in the kitchen. As soon as I could reach the counter with a chair/stool, my mom let me help. Didn't matter what we were making (although my recipe box is full of cards my mother wrote out in her handwriting of those family recipes), just that I got to help. Even if it was 9pm at night, we'd sit down and eat dinner together.

There were those things we made as a family. Burritos (very anglicized, mind you). Breakfast for dinner. My dad and sister made the pancakes, I made the scrambled eggs with cheese, my mom made fruit salad, and mom and dad together were in charge of the sausage and/or bacon. The annual baking of the pumpkin rolls and making sugar 'n' spiced nuts (pecans). So many things come to mind when I think of family food memories. To this day, some of those "forgotten" recipes are the ones people ask me to make for pot lucks: spinach dip, pistachio fluff, 7 layer dip, and pie (with my great-grandma's crust method!).

making my own fudge for the first time for my fourth grade valentines day class!

Macaroni and cheese made out of the box with peas and canned tuna added. To get me more excited to eat it, my mom would stuff it all into a cake ice cream cone. Minus the ice cream cone, my parents still make it for me for the first dinner we have on my visits home.
And of course, waking up on weekend mornings to smell muffins or bread baking. Absolutely lovely to wake up to.

Making rugelach (or anything else!) with my mom and sisters...

My dad's swedish meatballs, my grandmother's chicken soup, and everything my aunt ever made--chicken and biscuits, cream puffs, even a simple fruit salad--I have such a new appreciation for them all now that I've started cooking. My mom's not like this, but now that I've started cooking for people I love, I understand why they always wanted to feed me seconds and asked over and over if I liked it--just a deep desire to make the people I love happy, and being so happy when I'm able to do it through feeding them. I think it's a wiring thing.

Chocolate "croissants" (Pillsbury crescent rolls with chocolate chips in them) and a glass of milk while dad mulled over the NYT crossword/listened to the same old man playing classical on NPR every Sunday morning

My mother's latkes... I can still eat 10+ in one sitting! Small and crispy and awesome.

sometimes the on,y meat we had for the week was catfish Mom had caught cooked in a soup (like chicken) with home made noodles - it still tastes great to this day.

eating my grandma's beef stroganoff.....over noodles....oh I can smell it now.....yummy ......

Perhaps the earliest dish I "helped" to cook was Penuche fudge that my grandfather would make on occasion when he came to visit. I must have been 6 or 7 at the time.

When I was 7 I moved from London to New York and my family shipped 100 bottles of our favorite drink mix along with our furniture and dishes!

Simply a dish known as Ham Pot Pie, always a sign of the impending fall weather and staying warm. This was a cozy Pennsylvanian dish from my mother lineage and I look forward to it every autumn!

At 7 or 8, my first taste of chocolate mousse - a revelation. This was at lunch after a Sunday drive into the countryside outside Barcelona, we stopped at a hotel. Playing outside, I made friends with a dog, first time, and inside, ate my first chocolate mousse.

I loved artichokes but disliked many other vegetables. When I would come into the house and smell my mother's artichokes stuffed with breadcrumbs and parmesan, I would be so delighted not only because they were delicious, but because I knew that dinner that night would be a pleasant affair. There is nothing worse in an Italian family than a child who doesn't like to eat!

My fondest childhood food memory would have to be holidays at my Nanny & Papa's house in Newark, NJ. There would always be tons of cousins, aunts and uncles around....lots of laughter and love. There would always be a huge pot of gravy (sauce) simmering on the stove, filled with large, garlicky meatballs. My cousin Brad and I would sneak into the kitchen and steal hunks of Italian bread, fresh from the bakery, and scoop up globs of the sauce with the bread and consume our pilfered snack underneath the huge diningroom table. Then we'd hear our Papa's booming voice, "Who ate all the bread?!" ...he always knew it was us...it was worth the scolding...and he'd always go out and get more.

I was a very picky child, and most of my food memories from my youth revolve around cottage cheese (my parents always made me try whatever was for dinner, but then I could eat a bowl of cottage cheese if I didn't like it. I ate a lot of cottage cheese).

My Italian grandmother's spaghetti sauce. It was very simple - no meat at all. At one point in my childhood I knew it was important to preserve her recipe and watched her make it and wrote everything down. But I did not keep the recipe (I was young and foolish!) and unfortunately nobody in the family can duplicate it. Suc a loss.

When I was in grade school, everyone walked home from school for lunch. (This was, obviously, in an era when all schools were neighborhood-based) My sister and I loved my mother's tomato soup, and she made it for our lunch countless times without complaining. She would also make me my favorite grilled cheese & my sister her preferred peanut butter with no jelly to go with it. We loved knowing what was waiting on the table.

My grandmother's fired noodles-- egg noodles fried into a giant patty in a cast iron skillet with butter. Crispy and golden on the outside, noodley and soft on the inside. Delish.

My fondest food memory also happens to be what I believe might be my very first memory. We spent the summer in Catskills at a bungalow colony- I was 2 1/2 years old (summer of 1957). It was raining and my dad and I were sitting on the porch watching the storm. He had ripe tomatoes, which he had the rain water washover, sprinkled a little salt onto them and told me to take a bite, like it was an apple. All these years later, I remember that moment and the sweet and salty taste of that tomato. That memory is priceless to me.

Watching my mother make Korean food, particularly when she would rope us kids into a production line. From making dumplings to making vats of kimchi to using a tub to make batter for Korean bindaedduk pancakes. It was always nice to make a mark on the ones that we made so that we could spot them later for eating.

My favorite summer lunch when I was a kid was Poor Man's Pizza:
For each slice of white bread, top with one big slice of tomato, one slice of American cheese, and 3 small strips of bacon. Sprinkle oregano on top, and broil until cheese is bubbly and bacon is crispy. After lunch, climb a tree with a 10¢ ice cream sandwich in your hand. Perfection achieved in one afternoon!

Grandpa's root beer floats and making cakes in my EZ Bake oven with my Great Aunt Neetsie!

Grandma Ida let me choose my birthday dinner every year. I usually chose Enchiladas Suizas, sweet with onions and heavy on the black pepper, but when I was 9, I chose green salad and refried beans. Grandma, a Russian Jew from Santa Monica, had been forced to spend some years in Mexico during McCarthy's witch hunts, and made amazing Mexican food. That was the first year I tried to get the secret of Grandma's beans out of her. She passed 15 years later, and a month before she died, her response to my refried beans recipe request was the same as on my 9th birthday. "There's no recipe. They're just beans. By the time you're 50, you'll think you're getting the hang of it. When you're 65, the beans will be good." 31 years to go.

My favorite childhood food memory is having a sleepover and my mom making homemade donuts with cinnamon-sugar in the morning. Heaven!

Food and it's preparation has always been the unifying force in my family. Any memory of mine involving the kitchen seems to include smiles and hugs and laughter. People may die, but thier recipes live on.....

Biking down to the pier with my dad and getting fish and chips all rolled up in newspaper. Yummy!

At grandma's, sitting at the "children's table" New Year's Day....two big turkeys and all the fixings. The adults ate in the dining room and the children at the kitchen table....we ate first and felt very special. At home, we had a "homemade" dinner every night, lots of casseroles since we were five children. Desert only on Sundays, my mother made the best pie crust and in the summer she made blueberry cobbler from the berries we picked.

One food that I crave isn't homemade or anything like that. It's actually pizza that was served at Walt Disney World in the late 80s or early 90s. It came in a Styrofoam container and was overflowing with the pizza. It had to be eaten with a fork and knife since the pizza was so hard to pick up. I haven't seen anything else like it and Disney no longer serves it.

The many days of being "mom's little helper." I am the youngest with 4 years apart to my middle sister, and many times I was left with mom while my sisters were off playing and doing "big kid stuff."

My mom had me playing with dough and making crepes when I had to stand on a chair to reach the stovetop/counter. As a result, I'm now the best cook/baker in the family, it took me a long time to get into cooking, but I believe all those days spent with mom in the kitchen I was fated to end up back in there now.

Shopping trips that ended with lunch at Martin's Tavern in Georgetown and being treated "like an adult" by the waiters.

Heading to Chinatown in Chicago on Sundays with my grandparents for Dim Sum. My grandfather built for some of the owners so we were treated like royalty. My grandma's polish cooking, my other grandma's big farm dinners with pot roast and potatos, my grandpa eating peaches with honey and cream, my other grandpa always waiting up for us to arrive with oranges, fried balongna sandwiches and ovaltine. My dad's sourdough pancakes, my mom asking me to call my dad and ask if we could go out to eat. :-)

Honestly, it's riding bikes with my dad, in the summer, after dinner, and always managing to squeeze in a Baskin-Robbins ride-by. Good memories...

My fondest childhood memory is a bittersweet one; it's for a pie that I wouldn't let myself love, yet would give anything to eat now.

Growing up in London in the '70s, my palate was shaped by a thrifty mum who, despite not having a very large household budget at all, was a voracious and experimental cook. Robert Carrier, Elizabeth David, Jane Grigson and even the Galloping Gourmet were all influences and I enjoyed many a brave experiment in budget gastronomy.

It was when company came that she really pushed the boat out. Her favorite dish to make – and the real indicator that I was going to have a great night as the people coming to dinner were clearly our favorite friends who warranted this dish – was her fish pie. It probably cost more to cook than the weekly budget pushed together, but she’d go to Steve Hatt the fishmonger and get a selection of what was freshest. There would always be some smoked haddock in there.

A rich, tomatoey sauce, plus the unctuousness of a cheesy béchamel combined under the perfect mashed-potato crust; yet therein lay the problem. The inevitable result of tomato and cheese sauce combined was an undeniably curdled appearance. The taste was, to everyone’s declaration, sublime. I just couldn’t get over the fact that it looked like sick.

I would give anything to try that again; sadly, I live 3,500 miles away now, and my mother has moved on to farther-away culinary lands and so it will likely never be made by her hands again. Mummy, I’m sorry I wouldn’t eat it. I’m sure it was delicious.

As the oldest grandchild, I was allowed to fly by myself to Charleston, WV to visit my Grandmother. In the morning she made fried apples and biscuits while drinking coffee and milk out of a mason jar. I have spent a goodly part of the last 42 years trying to recapture that breakfast.

Nana's apple pie--still a staple at Thanksgiving dinners; it's the only time of year she makes it, and it is still the best. I'm not bad at making pie, either; she's just way better!

My grandma taught me how to make her chicken and dumplings. It is still one of my favorite comfort foods - and one my mom can't even make! Since then I have run into this recipe under other names, including slippery noodles and Pennsylvania chicken & noodles.

When we would watch movies as a family, my dad would make Jiffy-Pop on the stove top. I remember the sound it would make and how salty it was. There was this great white glass bowl with big red circles the size of half dollars on it that was the perfect size for one container. My mom would make chocolate milkshakes, and we would all pile on the couch and watch Star Wars. Now, when I have my stepson and my daughter and my husband is working on Friday nights, I love to make popcorn and milkshakes and one of their favorite movies is Star Wars!

Born in Germany to American parents, my fondest food memory is a daily ritual on the walk to kindergarten. We would stop at a bakery on the way and buy me a fresh, steaming pretzel. I miss real bakeries.

I used to love city chicken. My mother would make it with shake n' bake, but it was still a treat to eat meat off a stick!

My grandmother makes the most fantastic cinnamon rolls. I can remember as a kid sitting at the kitchen table watching her roll out the dough. If I was really good, she'd let me sprinkle on the cinnamon. (My arm would usually get tired before she said I'd put on enough). I was so proud of myself. The first time I tried to make her rolls myself, as a teenager, I just couldn't understand why they didn't come out. She made it look so effortless!

Too many food memories- but one highlight would be the Japanese-style strawberry shortcakes my mom made for birthdays.. I can never do it as well when I attempt it!

eat smores at group camp outs and making fruit pizza with my momma

"christmas" french toast-- french toast w/ red and green sprinkles =)

drew13000 most summers my peas have never mde it in to the kitchen. We'll just sit on the garden wall and eat them raw.

Two words: Danish Puff.

Making BLT with an over easy egg on Sundays with my mom. Followed by baking snickerdoodles. The best!

Green Goddess is still a staple at The Melting Pots here in Georgia.

Sunday morning, my italian grandmother would always make fried meatballs that we would eat separately from the sauce.

Eating cream of wheat hot cereal with cold milk to cool it off... everytime I eat it I am transported to my grandma's wooden house when I was growing up...

My earliest food memory is rushing home from AM kindergarten in 1991 to watch Muppet Babies and eat Franco-American "Ravioli-O's" out of a bright yellow tupperware bowl. It had to be the same bowl every time. I still eat them once in a while out of sentimentality!

My memory is of my grandma Ethel - whenever she stayed with us in Flushing, she felt that she had to give value for hospitality received. So, I would "help" while she made trays of kreplach to be frozen, baked all sorts of challah and onion pletzels for me, and so much more.

I spent several weeks each summer with my grandparents in Tennessee. My grandmother made the best chocolate shakes - Meadow Gold vanilla ice cream, milk and Hershey's syrup. They were my favorite dessert!
When I was a kid and stayed home sick, my mom always made chicken noodle soup for me, gave me a Thermos of hot tea, and made my favorite flavor of Jello. It's those little things that mean so much and stick with you!

My fondest childhood food memory is making abgoosht sandwiches, one of my favorite foods. A homestyle Iranian dish made with chickpeas, dried white beans, lamb, onions, tomatoes, turmeric and dried limes, I would have a ball wrapping this delicious filling in lavash bread, burrito-style.

The best part was adding the condiments to the mix: pickled garlic, pickled chopped vegetables and raw onions, basil, chives and mint. SO good.

My fondest childhood memory was cooking my first meal so I didn't have to eat my mom's "specials" anymore! 0=:^)

my mom making a simple pot roast.

My mother made wonderful fried chicken. First she soaked it in a brine overnight, then coated and fried it in oil in a frypan. Last, she baked it in the oven. With it, she served mashed potatoes and gravy (which always had yellow food coloring added because she said food that looked good tasted better - and to this day I add yellow food coloring to my chicken gravy), peas and corn and dressing. It's still my favorite meal!

Falling asleep in the car on the way home after massive bowls of ice cream at Kimball's.

My grandmother's cheeseburgers on Saturday nights! She'd cook it all on the stove and top it off with homemade chili con queso rather than sliced or shredded cheese....then wrap it up tight in a paper napkin like at a diner. Oh and she'd always fry up a few (never a lot) French fries that had just enough crisp to them.

Eating my mom's choc mousse.

home-made liverwurst

It sounds gross, but my mom made the most incredible creamed tuna, rice, and peas. I dream of it to this day.

My mom would let my sister and I take spoonfuls of funfetti icing and eat it straight up while she made the cupcakes. She also let us lick the beaters.

I no longer eat meat, but one of my favorite meals from childhood was Russian Cabbage Pie--homemade pie crust filled with cream cheese, ground beef, sauteed cabbage and cheese on top.

fighting with my dad every time we ate lamb over who would get the bone marrow.

My parents took me to the Four Seasons Restaurant in NYC in 1973--I was 5yrs old and by far the youngest in the dining room. We were ALL dressed up and I remember how special I felt. I ordered escargot and they came out each in its individual pot with butter, garlic and parsley. I will never forget how delicious it was, sparking a lifelong interest in fine dining. Oh, and I got to tell my fellow kindergarteners that I ate snails!

My grandparents live on a tidal river in South Carolina, and we often crab and fish in the river behind the house. I can remember as a little kid everyone sitting around the kitchen table cracking the shells of a recent harvest of crabs. My sister and I always got to eat the claws--we called them "crab popsicles"!

One of my most fondest childhood food memory was Thanksgiving at my grandparent's home. How they fed all the aunts, uncles, grandchildren, etc. at a sit-down dinner without all the kids creating havoc, was pretty amazing!

My favorite childhood food memory is of my grandmother's cherry pie. It's still the best pie I've ever tasted, but my favorite part back then was that she always let me lick the tub of cool whip after it was done. I can't remember the last time I had cool whip - but I loved it back then!

Maybe grandad's breakfasts, specifically coddled eggs. He was a very miserable man and not very good at showing affection, but his breakfasts showed us how much he cared.

My fondest childhood food memory is of making my grandmother's wonderful sponge cake with her. Sadly she passed away last year and I haven't gotten the chance to bake her cake yet. During summer, I will once again bake the cake, but this time in her absence, and in its baking, I hope to return to my childhood where she still remains.

i remember my mom making a big breakfast on sunday mornings

My mother's homemade divinity at Christmastime. I can still taste it today, more than 30 years later.

Thanks for the great contest!

Momma's fried chicken with mashed potatoes, milk gravy and green beans with onions and bacon. It doesn't get any better than that!

My treat as a little girl was when my mom would make Bisquick pizza. I'm not sure how old I was when I first went out for pizza, but I had Bisquick pizza on every birthday until I was a teenager.

One of my fondest memories is a cooking class I took as a child - I still have the tattered mimeographed pages of recipes!

my dad making his famous salmon cakes scooter7018@aol.com

Most of my favourite childhood food memories are now beyond what I can eat- much later I found out I had Celiac's and am allergic to dairy, but as a child I lived for the mornings my mother would make me cinnamon toast. We had a house in Connecticut we went to on the weekends and for the summer, and she would often make us cinnamon toast for breakfast. Whenever I was feeling unwell there she would make me a soup of chicken broth with tortellinis thrown in- so delicious. I haven't had a tortellini in so long and making them gluten free seems a little beyond my cooking capabilities, but I might have to try sometime soon.

Another amazing memory was a caramel cake made by my grandmother's best friend in Savannah- it took her two days to make but she always made it whenever I came to visit. Now that is a recipe I need to get so I can adapt it!

My grandma making traditional shandong food for me after school. Like freshly steamed whole wheat "bao" (I ate mine with a pat of butter melting into it) or chinese egg crepes with lots of scallions...and there was this curious soup we called ga la tong. I don't remember what the heck was in it but I remember little bits of dough simmering in the thickened broth. It was probably a mish mash of leftovers from dinner the night before but ahhh...it was like a hug from the inside:)

on a family trip to Maine: Lobster Rolls!

My great grandmother used to fry her chicken in butter, it was sticky, yummy, goodness.

My grandmother would make popcorn balls every Christmas and attach them to a wreath by the front door. We could take one for the ride home. They were the best.

For our birthday Mom always made a three layer cake: chocolate, strawberry and vanila. I can't remember the frosting but it was probably seven minute frosting.

Most memorable would be all the commotion surrounding Chinese New Year dinner -- for all the courses involved my mom and I would have to trek over to Chinatown, usually in the February/March months when all the snow semi-melted to a messy, dirty slush, and drag home endless bags of groceries. Then we'd realize that we'd forgotten the oranges, or the candy for passing around to visiting relatives, or the shrimp crackers for frying...and make a second trek, with me complaining all the while and mom buying a milk tea for the ride home. And the hours of cooking that mom would do in the kitchen, soup simmering, chicken boiling, the wok getting its biggest workout of the year. Sitting down to a table almost sagging with the weight of all the food, a little bit later at night than we'd be used to, we'd eat for hours until we couldn't move. The next day, we'd pile into the car and visit my dad's parents, where all the other relatives would gather, and collect red envelopes.

But there's also the first time I tasted my best friend's mom's matzohball soup, making lasagna with my mom (a true act of love; she never really figured out how to cook pasta properly and thought Italian food was the closest thing to American), all the times dad and I would roll into Wendy's for a classic double with cheese, biggie fries and a frosty...and really any time I experienced a new cuisine.

My mom is an okay cook, but she made the best spaghetti sauce! I loved spaghetti nights!!

My mom used to make our favorite cake for our birthday. I always had chocolate mayonaise cake with sticky frosting. It was heaven.

Grandpa coming in from the garden with the crown of his straw hat filled with ripe strawberries.

The only thing my grandfather would make that was off the grill was oyster stew. When I was about 6, I remember him making it special just for him and me. I loved it - that is, until he told me it wasn't oysters, but elephant boogers. I immediately (and I'm sure this was his plan) fished out every single little black oyster and put them into his bowl. But I can still remember his laugh and that rich stew.

Every year my parents would make themselves steamed lobster for Christmas dinner, and when I was a young kid, they'd make a hamburger for me. Until the fateful Christmas when I asked for a taste of the lobster and loved it, and have loved most forms of seafood since. :)

Birthdays -- when we got to choose! Fried chicken and applesauce cake. Not much else.

Mine is my mother making Blackberry Mush in the summertime; nothing was better. Thank you!

my favorite is Butter Roll, i really love this recipe, and no bakery make this and this is a recipe during slavery, mostly an elderly person knows this, i would love to make for me.

I guess frying those prawn chips with my mom was always a fond memory. I always loved how you could bite into one and the chip would get stuck in your mouth.

Helping my Mom make dinner.

Hands down - Roast beef dinner with the fixings! And pork roast on the rotaissare (sp)

My favorite food memories always include my grandma......she was very hands-on and always let me help her in the kitchen and was infinitely patient. One memory that makes me smile is her Missouri Dumplings.....a wonderful sweet biscuit-type concoction which was covered in warm caramel sauce......she always whistled The Missouri Waltz when she was preparing this delectable dessert....and I was spellbound, taking it all in.......

strawberry picking with my grandpa

Any time I was cooking with my family. We had several yearly traditions - thumbprint and cherry cookies at Christmas, picking strawberries and making freezer jam in early summer, dying eggs at Easter.

Also, when I was home from school as a child, my Mom would make me chicken noodle soup from a boxed mix and I would eat that with buttered saltine crackers. I still crave that meal when I am feeling under the weather.

My fondest memories was of 2 things. The birthday dinner that would always end up being homemade chicken fingers - SO GOOD! and of when I was sick, I would get orzo cooked in chicken broth with buttered white toast cut into triangles.

Spending the day at Horseneck Beach in Westport, MA and then going to lindsay's clam shack for pints of fried whole belly clams!

My dad's homemade wheat-crust pizza!

My Mom used to take me grocery shopping at the Asian Food Markets. As a special treat she would buy me two egg custard tarts warm from the asian bakery. Simple yet delicious!

Milkshakes made in our old Waring blender with the glass jar. Milk, 2 scoops of vanilla ice cream and 2 ice cubes. The blander just kicked the ice around and did not really chop it up. A capful of vanilla extract for a "French Vanilla" flavor. Since I was a scrawny kid, Mom would drop a whole raw egg in to the shake to add extra nutrition. For her own shakes, Mom would use a spoonful of instant decaf coffee instead of the vanilla. When I got a little older, we would use a spoonful of Kahlua for a treat.
If you ran the blender too long a burning smell would waft thru the kitchen. Cleanup was a breeze; Mom had taught me to make a "Soapshake" with an ice cube, water and a squirt of dish soap, buzzed in the blender till foamy.

having my dad cook for hours to prepare every dinner at my house, i think the care that went into it makes me miss everything that he made.

Sunday breakfasts. My mom would make stacks and stacks of crepes. The thinnest, lightest, tastiest crepes ever. I would enjoy them with a sprinkle of brown sugar and some maple syrup. It was always crepes -- my mom never made pancakes -- as a kid, I probably had pancakes only a handful of times and only when eating out.

My mom would make us "Frito Pie", which was small bag of fritos opened up with chili, cheese and sour cream on top. Sooo good!

Growing up, my Nonna would always have a primi piatti and a secondi piatti. Primi piatti would be a pasta or soup, and secondi piatti would be everything else, and you couldn’t have secondi piatti until your had finished your primi piatti. I would struggle, when I was little, to get through my soup so I could move on steak and salad and warm piadina. And I couldn’t believe my older cousins who would actually ask for second helpings of soup.
Nonna has been gone for 7 years, and I would give anything to ask for a second helping of pasatelli, a soup with noodles made of bread crumbs, cheese, lemon zest and nutmeg.

When I was little, my grandma used to make me a simple lunch of toasted cheese sandwiches with creamed corn on the side. She would toast the bread and then put the entire sandwich in the microwave to melt the cheese. I always thought that was such a novel way of making a cheese sandwich! The corn was always a little salty (from the can), but I remember that it all tasted sooo good.

Eating dinner in the backyard on summer nights.

sitting on the kitchen floor, protectively clutching my paper towel that had one perfect square of cadbury fruit & nut chocolate, careful not to drop any crumbs....life was simple then.

My mother's Jiffy pizza crust, topped with pizza sauce, cheese, and sliced kosher hot dogs. I tried to recreate it once during my undergrad, but with little success.

She hasn't made it for years, sadly.

Making a Finnish rye bread with my mom. I always thought it was so cool that she left it on top of the fridge to ferment for a week. Then, I got to help finish the loaves and knead them into beautiful round loaves.... and of course eating them hot out of the oven with just a little bit of butter!

I recall our entire family, aunts, uncles, cousins all heading out to one of the relatives house on the Great Lakes for a fishing weekend get-a-way. All us kids would go out to the dock with the Uncles and try to catch some fish using worms. My dad always caught a bunch of smelts, while some of us caught bigger perch. We would all have to clean our catch of the day as well (least favorite part) until one day I cut open my fish and it was pregnant, a bunch of fish eggs came pouring out. I thought that was so cool and so did all my cousins. My favorite memory was eating this crunchy deep fried in a light batter smelt with corn on the cob and bags and bags of whatever potatoe chip us kids desired. Large watermelon and banana popsicles were always the chosen dessert for us kids. I miss those smelly fish weekends of the lazy summer days.

When sick, Mom would let me drink un-gelled Jell-o like it was Kool-Aid. Don't ask why I didn't just drink Kool-Aid, but it was very sweet of her to indulge.

My Mom making me fried potatoes when I had the flu.

We used to have these delicious cream cheese-filled, sugar crusted, pastry sticks at a small store near our restaurant. These were absolutely delightful. I don't think I could even eat a whole one now.

When I was sick my mother made soft-boiled eggs with toast sticks. Toast sticks were a special treat.

My grandparents were Polish immigrants. My grandpa made homemade kielbasa (the best) with homemade horseradish (yow!). For holiday dinners, my grandma would roast a turkey, and a beef roast, lots of potatoes, and occasionally, sauteed mushrooms that my grandpa would pick. There was a wonderful Polish bakery near my grandparents, and they would buy a huge yellow layer cake with whipped cream and pineapple filling. Those were the days! My grandparents also had a cottage on Lake Michigan, and we had many a bonfire with roasted weenies and marshmallows on sticks!

Making Hobo Dinners. Ground chuck patties, sliced potatoes, onions, bell peppers & mushrooms. A little salt and black peppered within an inch of their life. The old school way was to make them in heavy duty foil packets and bury them in coals in the ground. Now, we make them on weeknights in the oven. It's my childhood in a steaming silver package!

Fried clams at Howard Johnson's.

on lazy weekend mornings, my mom would occasionally get it in her head to make a pretty elaborate (for our standards, anyhow) brunch spread. there were always bagels with many varied things to put on them (including lox and whitefish salad, both of which i was allergic to from a young age, but was still glad they were there - it would have seemed wrong somehow otherwise); some kind of omelet made in one of those half circle pans with a hinge in the middle that folds in half; and cut up bits of melon and sometimes other fruits in a fruit salad (my brother and i always picked out the honeydew). it was also the only time we were encouraged to drink orange juice; and pretty much the only times other than holidays when food wasn't treated as evil stuff that will make you fat and is to be carefully measured and counted and obsessed over. my mom still will put out essentially the same spread if there is company over for breakfast or brunch. it's comforting that some things don't change.

Coming home from school and being greeted by the scent of my mother's freshly baked peanut butter muffins . They were big, moist , peanut -buttery and you could smell them before you saw them . Terrific !

My dad made Scandinavian waffles for me on my birthday every year. They are still my favorite waffles which are loaded with sour cream and cardamom and then dusted with powder sugar. Delish!

This will be gross to probably quite a few people, but I was sort of an odd child looking back on it now. I grew up in Chateauroux France and my fondest memory is of going to the escargot festival and discovering my life long love of "SNAILS"!

The best part was the cool hat I got to wear, it looked like a big huge snail. I loved it!

As you can probably guess by my user name, my fondest childhood food memory is the anticipation of the Sunday gravy scenting the house every week.

My grandmother made homemade beef and noodles that was so good. Everyone loved it, but no one was ever able to duplicate it's flavor, even with her instructions. I sure wish I could.

Fondest childhood "food" memories would be frying bologna on a homemade fire pit in my backyard with my bff; mixing peanut butter and Nestle Quik powder together; the taste and smell of marinated mushrooms in a great big salad made by some family friends; learning how to make a Waldorf Salad in home ec

Watching my grandmother make noodles, and then having them drapes all over the house, where I would sneak around and eat them raw. Also, when she still made perogies and cabbage rolls, and all the other delicious Ukranian food that is so difficult to find in Minnesota.

Making challah bread with my Bubbe.

Grandma and her three sisters in the kitchen at the farm house in Pocahontas County, West Virginia, cube steak and gravy, mashed potatoes, half-runner green beans, slice tomatoes, cottage cheese, parker house rolls, iced tea, uncle paul's grace, great aunt ida's cookies, great uncle dan's fudge, the silver swing set in the front yard, a walk down to the swimming hole at the bend in the creek, the clay bank as a slide, skipping rocks...

Cooking hot dogs and marshmallows over a campfire in our back yard on summer days. Then running around and catching lightning bugs.

Sneaking into the kitchen after dinner and scraping out the mashed potato pot. I loved and still love my spuds....in any way shape or form.

My fondest childhood food memory is sneaking my Grandmother's tea cakes from the cookie jar in her kitchen. She would have to bake a double batch when my Dad and I came to visit, haha.

When I was growing up, there were no stores in NYC that sold ready-made Chineses dumplings, especially my dad's favorite kind- with chinese chives. My fondest memory is of the whole family making dumplings. My Mom kneaded the dough; my dad ground the pork in one of those hand grinders. They chopped the chives and garlic and mixed in seasonings for the filling. Then production-line style, my mom would roll out little discs that we, the kids, trying to emulate my dad's efficient, fluid motions, would fold and pinch edges until we created hundreds of little little dumplings that were mostly very lopsided. However, they held up in the cooking and were always delicious. We made so many so that we could freeze them and subsequently enjoy three or four more meals.

Making latkes almost entirely by hand with my father.

My fondest childhood food memory is walking out to our backyard garden with my dad, two things in hand - a knife and a salt shaker. We would pick cucumbers and peel and eat them right there. Crisp, fresh, and delicious! I still LOVE cucumbers. :)

My mom used to makes us Kraft Mac and Cheese but with an egg over easy on top. We loved it. Now, as an adult, just the thought of it makes me feel icky mainly because I overdosed on egg yolks.

My mom would pan-fry chicken, and I could smell it even before I got into the house. It was always my favorite. I can't replicate it, it was something only she did that made it so good. I loved it piping hot, room temperature or cold from the fridge the next day.

My grandmother was an amazing baker, one of those types that had nothing written down, it was all in her head. She would bake challahs, ruggalahs, rolls and make the occasional pie, which the crusts were homemade.
One of her specialties, which surprisingly had written instructions was something called a Robert Redford pie. She found it on the back of a Philadelphia Cream Cheese box years ago. It was a chocolate and strawberry pie and it was one of the best memories I have of her.

my mom didn't really cook much. but when we went camping, which was alot. she would throw summer squash into the fire. and when it came out, she was julia child to me.

My mom's fried chicken and fried apricot pies were absolutely heaven and I still don't know how she did it.

As a child, my favorite time was when dad got paid and, after frequenting the Italian market, would come home with a large globe of provolone, fresh mozzarella and several kinds of meats. We feasted like royalty! I now realize that we didn't really have much money growing up, but good food was very important to my parents.

Saturday morning breakfast.
Mom would near always bring out the giant cast-iron griddle with its bacon-grease catching indent running the length of the side, light two burners on the stove under it, and then set to making as much bacon as my brother, Dad, and I could eat while still leaving some for herself: Once those or those Farmer John links were finished and set on a plate next to the stove (smacking hands with a wooden spoon if we got too greedy before everything was done), and then bring on the pancakes and the eggs.

We'd all sit around the table, fidgeting behind the white plates and the giant tumblers of orange juice, just *waiting* for all that to hit the table. I really need to revive that tradition!

I remember having homemade pork dumplings and kim bob. I miss it.

Two memories:
growing up eatting futomaki at the japan american festival and tentatively tasting my mother's sushi. This was back in the days [60s-70s] before anyone knew what sushi was or dared to eat it.
after high school, the first time I had real french bagette [in france] with real french cheese--some sort of brie or camenbert and red wine sitting on a city wall in northern france.....cheese and bread haven't been the same since.

My parents were divorced when I was very young, and my dad became the weekend parent, getting my sister and I from Friday through Sunday. One weekend, he took us strawberry picking. Loaded down with a few flats of strawberries, my dad took us back to his little apartment, and proceeded to make every kind of strawberry food/drink that two small girls could think up. Strawberry shortcake and milkshakes and pancakes and all sorts of other goodies. I remember eating strawberry "whatnot" all weekend. Thankfully, it's almost impossible to get tired of eating fresh strawberries.

My favorite childhood food memories both involve cooking with my dad. He taught me how to make the perfect pancake--how to flip it at just the right moment. He also used to make my sister and I the world's best grilled cheeses, and cut them into puzzle pieces. He was a firm believer of playing with one's food.

My favorite childhood food memory is my grandma's meatballs. I've had some better meatballs but nothing else quite like them.

She used to cook those meatballs a long time and patiently fry them in a pan and then bake them. Nothing tastes like them. Not even my mom's recreations of the them using grandma's written recipe. They come close to the taste but I think the care and patience grandma took and the countless days of experience can't be recreated.

My father brought home a snapping turtle once. It was full of soft-shelled ping pong ball eggs which were delicious. The 'Snapper Soup', on the other hand, was so god-aweful that he tossed the whole mess out the front door and never brought home another turtle. Its one of my fondest memories but worst meals.

About once every three years our family would pile into the station wagon du jour and drive from Seattle to my father's homeland, Texas. One of my fondest childhood memories is the summer I discovered "regional food". Those were the days of first tastes; Dr. Pepper, Fritos, homemade peach ice cream, pecan pie, brisket, baked beans, fried okra, unlimited iced tea and, yes, calf fries. Now, fifty years later, I have yellowed recipes cards that chronicle most of these treats. It would be a shame to lose any of them...

I can't help but laugh now about all the wholesome Southern foods I turned my nose up at as a child but savor today. Collards, green beans, pink-eye purple-hull black eyed peas, watermelon with salt, fresh garden tomatoes (on sandwiches or otherwise), muscadines, summer squash cooked in bacon drippings, cornbread....

I have quite a few but I have to say, when it comes to the things that I can't believe my cousins and I used to beg for, I remember our craving of chicken flavored ramen with cut up beef hot dogs floating in it. So odd.....but now I want to try it again. There's something wrong with me.

My favorite childhood food memory is of a picnic table covered in newspaper with a bushel of steamed crabs covered in Old Bay seasoning. The only other thing you needed was a roll of paper towels.

My grandmother made this lemon custard ice cream that was fantastic. But the amazing thing was that she made it in metal ice cube trays. We always loved to go to her house-always lots of goodies.

This is a recipe my mother in law, a holocaust survivor, has always made for my husband - it is his favorite....she said she was making it forever...do any of your readers find this familiar and if so, what it is called?

We call it Grandma's Special Pineapple Cake

1/2 lb sweet butter room temp soft
1 c sugar
1 egg, well beaten
2 c flour
2 ts vanilla or vanilla sugar packets
2 sq semi sweet chocolate melted
2 cans pineapple crushed and drained
4 tb flour
2 egg yolks
1 c sugar

INSTRUCTIONS:
for dough:

combine 1st 6 ingredients into a bowl and crumble with hands till mixed
through. Lay on bottom of pyrex dish leaving some dough for garnish

Filling:

Combine the next 4 ingredients and place on top layer.

Then roll the balance of bottom dough into
strings and cover the topping with it in x's or lines

Bake 1 hour at 350 F

My grandmother made the best brownies...with chocolate and caramel and whenever I told her I was coming to visit, she would ask if there was anything I wanted her to do, and always I'd ask her to make those brownies!! I never did get the recipe, so now that recipe is lost forever. What a wonderful giveaway you are offering. Thanks.

I remember my mom making popcorn balls at Christmas. She always let us have one as soon as they cooled. They were my favorites. She still makes them every year, and though my tastes have changed; I still eat one.

Blueberry turnovers with Mrs. Carpenter and pineapple upside cake with grandma. I still love both, BTW.

Dominican Housemade Empanadas. For every family gathering that I can recall, my grandma, an aunt, both my parents and anyone else who was told to show up; would split the prepping duties during the day and reunite late afternoon as a human assembly line to fill, moistened, fold, kneed, fry and dry the empanadas. BEST part was me getting the left over empanada discs to fill with any crazy topping I can find before the frying person got tired. Favorite topping of all: A lot of Cheese.

Family picnics in the park

My grandmother always makes cranberry salad at Thanksgiving, though every year she makes a huge bowl and says, "Now, I only made this for you and me, because no one else likes it." Though everyone takes a polite serving she and I always get seconds and sometimes thirds.

My favorite food memory is my father making up dishes as he went along. One day my mother left chili in a crock pot and he decided to add noodles to it. It would have been really good, perhaps, if the noodles were cooked when he added them. Instead, the uncooked noodles sort of made a mess. Never one to be daunted, he fried up that mess and it was very good.

roast beef and yorkshire pudding I can make a great roast but my yorkshire pudding has never been as good as moms and grams

Grilled steak cooked over real wood fire in the living room fireplace. Never tasted anything else that was quite the same.

While my mom would bake from a recipe, I would mix ingredients to my liking alongside. She would write down the measurements I used in the off chance I made something edible. Most of my baked goods tasted like baking soda.

The first time I had Greek food at a restaurant in St. Augustine, FL.

My grandmother's seafood gumbo - she made it over a fire in a big pot in the backyard. She lived two blocks from the beach in Mississippi, and when she was ready to add the shrimp and crabs, my dad and uncle would go down to the boats and buy it fresh, and add it to the gumbo.

My fondest memory was during the summer. The entire family would get together on a hot summer evening and we would use a hand crank ice cream machine to make some of the best tasting icecream ever

Everything my Grandma cooked was delicious but her breakfasts were my favorite. As a kid I couldn't wait for morning to come! She'd bake biscuits from scratch mixing with the scents of bacon, home fries and scrambled eggs with vegetables.

homemade vanilla ice cream and brownies on the 4th of july around the fire pit while watching fireworks from the backyard.

My fondest childhood food memory is anything with my grandma. Seems she was cooking all the time, and the kitchen really was the heart of the home. Wether it was eggs and bacon for breakfast or a large family celebration, grandma always did it all, and with love. I do remember that she had to make meat and potatoes for grandpas lunch everyday!

My fondest memories are my mother cooking and baking Christmas dinner with all the trimmings and cakes and pies. garrettsambo@aol.com