For my 100th post, I decided to celebrate by telling a story:
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| 'Nana' Ivy Beryl Morgan |
Since coming to live in North America and busying myself with the food scene, I have been struck by how many food nostalgia stories are about Grandma. Misty eyed memories of watching Grandma make her own pasta, Grandma's secret recipe passed down through generations, Grandma's house, which always smelt like cookie dough etc. etc. etc.
Even the more reputable and on the ball food magazines I buy are full of writers reminiscing about cooking with Grandma and Christmas time becomes almost overwhelming with the added dimension of traditions. If you are to believe the magazine features, you would think that every family in North America spends their Christmas meal eating food that they have eaten every year since they can remember with time honoured and beloved recipes from, yes, you've guessed it, Grandma.
