I love your posts. Not just the stories but how you tell them and the pictures that often accompany these stories. I love being drawn in to your world of cooking, eating and family love. And of course I love all the other stories, especially the one about the whales with the exquisite pictures. Thank you for adding colour to my morning.
Thank you for sharing, Elizabeth. I also grew up in a home where there was always an overflowing variety of food every where. My mother struggled post war, so food security went the other direction when we moved to the states to supermarkets with endless rows of ingredients. We had three refrigerators and two chest freezers… For a family of four. My mother would not cook for just us. She would cook so much that we were constantly giving food away to friends, neighbors, and even to teachers. I guess it has always been her love language. Anyways- So resonated. Way to address the relationship you have with food from then to now. Powerful!
Thank you Aki! So glad this resonated. My parents were also post-WWII immigrants. Nothing was wasted and everything was precious. To be able to offer bounty at the table was incredibly important, wasn’t it? Thank you for sharing! 💕
Indeed! It’s why it’s sometimes very hard to read people offering simplistic solutions to issues they’ve never dealt with. And it is also why i love your science-based and practical approach to “eating and feeding” 💕
I love your posts. Not just the stories but how you tell them and the pictures that often accompany these stories. I love being drawn in to your world of cooking, eating and family love. And of course I love all the other stories, especially the one about the whales with the exquisite pictures. Thank you for adding colour to my morning.
Thank you for sharing, Elizabeth. I also grew up in a home where there was always an overflowing variety of food every where. My mother struggled post war, so food security went the other direction when we moved to the states to supermarkets with endless rows of ingredients. We had three refrigerators and two chest freezers… For a family of four. My mother would not cook for just us. She would cook so much that we were constantly giving food away to friends, neighbors, and even to teachers. I guess it has always been her love language. Anyways- So resonated. Way to address the relationship you have with food from then to now. Powerful!
Thank you Aki! So glad this resonated. My parents were also post-WWII immigrants. Nothing was wasted and everything was precious. To be able to offer bounty at the table was incredibly important, wasn’t it? Thank you for sharing! 💕
Indeed! It’s why it’s sometimes very hard to read people offering simplistic solutions to issues they’ve never dealt with. And it is also why i love your science-based and practical approach to “eating and feeding” 💕
So nice to share in your food upbringing...we spend a lifetime with those habits, don't we?