What’s yours?

Like music and smells, certain meals or dishes are forever emblazoned on our taste buds, and elicit special memories whenever we take a bite. Whether it be grandma’s apple pie or a truly unforgettable lobster bisque from that trip to the Hamptons… Is there a dish you love, love, love that never fails to remind you of a special time and place?

From Gayle King

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6 Responses to What’s yours?

  1. Ellen says:

    Bread, soaked in warm milk with sucker. That is a traditional Dutch breakfast for the poor! My parents were not very wealthy when we were little. I Do not eat it often, but sometimes I like to make it and it does bring good memories back. A little note, I was the only one of 7 children who liked this dish. The others thought it was gross.

  2. SKL says:

    Spaghetti, Kraft mac & cheese, my mom’s macaroni salad. And Cheerios bring back memories!

  3. Joy says:

    I really like Lipton chicken noodle soup when I don’t feel good. Benihana’s food brings back really special memories for me. We took the kids there for good report cards and we all still love that food. I also think our family saur kraut recipe. I just love that over mashed potato’s. I haven’t made that in a while and now with this stupid diet, it’ll be even longer till I eat it.

  4. Nikki says:

    Fried apples. My grandma made them when I was young. I still love them but very rarely make them. Salisbury steak reminds me of my mom’s cooking. I’ve always loved it and I make that sometimes.

    I had a blow pop last night. I just felt like having one. I never eat hard candy or suckers. The instant I got a taste of the gum, I was sent back in time. We had a corner store we’d always go to. Most times, I’d get a blow pop, licorice rope and a ginger ale.

  5. Laura says:

    Black cows. I haven’t had a Black Cow in a hundred years, but when I do have them, it takes me back to summer nights when I was a kid, chasing lightning bugs, and jumping on the trampoline with my friends.

    (and for those poor, deprived souls out there, a “Black Cow” is a root beer float. Root beer poured over vanilla ice cream. um-yum-yum)

    • Nikki says:

      That’s one treat that my boys treat them selves to a LOT! Both Jason and Bailey LOVE their root beer floats! If I feel like joining them I’ll get a can of orange pop. I love orange floats.

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