I posted a photo on my Instagram this morning, and it reminded me of how often Matthew and I tell stories about our childhood or the time before "us" (nearly 10 years ago!) which almost always involves food memories. It's part of why we started a blog, there's so much incredible storytelling in food, and we both come from families where food is centric to all of our gatherings.
Whenever I hand slice a thick loaf of bread, it takes me back to a time when I was an exchange student living in the South of France (Antibes/Juan les Pins) with a French family. They spoke almost no English, and my mere 15-year-old self was very much still learning, but food is an international language. Every single morning before I went to immersion school, I had a plate of three thick slices of fresh baked bread, smothered with fresh butter and honey with a cafe au lait (always in a bowl, not a cup). For 3 weeks, this is all I ate for breakfast, and I loved it.
I've definitely had some ideas in the making for reinventing some of the foods that made my childhood eating experiences so memorable (banana pudding with nilla wafers anyone?)
Tell us your favorite food story, or a kitchen activity that brings you back to a distinct memory. Post below: we can't wait to hear!