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French bread!!! YUM!

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

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!

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

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.

Multi grain bread! This looks like a great cookbook!!!

I remember eating pancakes and waffles for dinner sometimes and it was such a treat. That's still a feel good food for me.

My grandmother made the best stew, ever. She made it in a pressure cooker and every one of us has tried to duplicate it with her recipe but none are the same- ours are good hers was beyond outstanding.

My Grandfather making breakfast. He was a silent man and showed his love by doing something special for his grandkids. When spending the night has his house we would wake up every morning to his cooking bacon, fried eggs and toast. The eggs cooked in the bacon grease. He never altered his menu and continued this even when I was an adult. He passed away over 20 years ago and miss his special love.

one of my earliest memories is my father cooking fresh caught fish with lots of oil in a cast iron pan

My fondest childhood memory is the year I received an Easybake oven for Christmas. My sister and I made stuff all day long.

My favorite memory is of helping my mom bake "Brown Cookies" on snow days. When there was a snowstorm and school was called off, my mother, who was a high school Home Economics teacher, would immediately get out her grandmother's recipe for soft molasses cookies. I was always fascinated by the jar of slow-moving molasses, the yellow measuring cups, and the point at which the dough became something delicious enough to taste. Mom insisted I use a clean spoon for each sample, so I would always end up using up all of the spoons in the silverware drawer.

As a youngster living in Harrison, NJ. I would wake up every morning to the aroma of Pechter's bakery. Every Sunday morning I would wander over to their outlet store and purchase a still-warm Kaiser Roll ($0.13), and a loaf of Jewish Rye ($0.80 and also warm). On the way back home, one more stop at the corner market for a tub of whipped butter and a Sunday Times. The next few hours were blissfully spent with hot coffee, buttered rye toast, and for lunch, a hot Taylor Ham sandwich on the fabled Kaiser Roll. I have since moved to Colorado where I must bake my own bread and coerce family members into overnighting Taylor Ham for Christmas gifts, but nonetheless, the memories will never fade.

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