~By Katie Blais So many memories of my grandmother involve some sort of food and eating. Picnics at the lake on Sundays in the summer with her green canteen full of lemonade. Coming up from the beach at noon, covered in salt and sun screen and having her make me an egg salad sandwich ……
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Don’t Mess With Perf-Egg-tion
~By Emily Workman My Mother’s family, the Jorgensen’s, had very structured guidelines about holiday traditions. For instance, they always went on a picnic and rolled hardboiled eggs down the steep hills of Logan Canyon on Easter. In observation of this particular tradition, my Alaskan family and I have ended up shivering inside a car, looking…
My Grandmother’s Little Slice of Heaven
~By Kate H. Knapp When the air outside gets chilly and the leaves begin to turn shades of red and gold, I start to crave the plump and gooey cinnamon rolls my grandmother used to make. Just a whiff of spicy cinnamon, and I am six years old again kneeling on a stool in my…
Better Than a Star Rating
~By Sarah Pascarella My family is inventive, both with words and ingredients. Traditions get passed down through our own created lexicon and recipes. When my Italian-Irish father makes spaghetti sauce, it’s Nana’s recipe. When my Polish-Irish-German mother makes potato soup, it’s my grandfather’s special concoction. Some of my favorite dishes to prepare now, as an…
The Road to Murder is Paved with Good Intentions
~By Kate H. Knapp I have always had a love/hate relationship with lobsters: I love to eat them, but I hate to kill them. This sad dichotomy began when I was still quite young and visiting my father one weekend. He decided to introduce my brother and me to the world of the crawling crustaceans,…
A Memorable Feast 