Food was love when I was growing up. Dinner table discussion was mandatory and to refuse dessert was a personal affront. But more than food, meals were an excuse for the family to cook together in the kitchen. The memories of my mother patiently applauding my torn up, tough pie dough or crying with my father as we cut an onion still make me smile. We have precious few pictures but Picture Me Cooking fixes that for my young family.
Jul 31 2011