It is in my blood, and it seems fitting today to pay tribute to my mother who is directly responsible for my love affair with food.
My parents grew up in Saskatchewan but due to my father’s work, they lived in France & Germany before I was born and then we were lucky enough to live around the world when I was growing up. Mum fully embraced the cultures she lived in and made sure we were also exposed to them. My favourite childhood memories include plunging with my mother into markets in Manila, San Jose, Montreal and then Vancouver…I still remember the smells and colours of Central American markets and my love/hate relationship with the “stinky cheese shop” in the Atwater Market.
My mother is an amazing cook and brought us up with a love of buying food, preparing food and, most importantly, sharing food with family & friends. She was the one who introduced me to “The Art of Cooking” by M.F.K. Fisher when I was a teenager, who gave me a housewarming gift of a paella pan with her tried & true paella recipe when I first moved out, who carried a cast-iron tortilla press through many moves and who still is my ‘go to’ person when I have a kitchen question or crisis.
Our tastes do vary. I am not a big fan of pickled pig’s feet or sweetbreads but I can appreciate them seeing how my mother attacks them with enjoyment. And I thank her every day for bringing me up to appreciate good food and good cooking. We are a family that can (and does) spend two months planning the exact menu for Christmas morning breakfast…
What’s your favourite food memory with your mother?