The Simmering Sibs, circa 1982.
While we may not have inherited the "foodie"gene from our mother, we all add her signature "smiley face" to any tasty recipe we might come across in a cookbook.
Dave here: Mom was commenting how strange it was that we are all foodies. I'm not sure why either but I feel like it has to do with the fact that she always cooked for us. We were always judges (or guinea pigs) and that gave us a look into this delicious world of possibilities. When I think of mom's cooking, I think of Sundays with Chicken & Rice waiting upon our return from church. I think of whipped raspberry topping for pancakes and hot cross buns. I think of egg noodles. The mere sight of ABC's Newsline makes me smell broccoli steaming and hear a "dinner's ready" call from behind the kitchen. Ahh, nostalgia and food, linked forever.
While we may not have inherited the "foodie"gene from our mother, we all add her signature "smiley face" to any tasty recipe we might come across in a cookbook.
Dave here: Mom was commenting how strange it was that we are all foodies. I'm not sure why either but I feel like it has to do with the fact that she always cooked for us. We were always judges (or guinea pigs) and that gave us a look into this delicious world of possibilities. When I think of mom's cooking, I think of Sundays with Chicken & Rice waiting upon our return from church. I think of whipped raspberry topping for pancakes and hot cross buns. I think of egg noodles. The mere sight of ABC's Newsline makes me smell broccoli steaming and hear a "dinner's ready" call from behind the kitchen. Ahh, nostalgia and food, linked forever.
