free the pen, a blog for writers

August 23, 2017


Filed under: memoir — freethepen @ 1:53 pm

Nana Food. It holds so many memoires. Our recipes get passed down from generation to generation just like handmade rugs, hats, and bedspreads. Food is a powerful way to keep our heritage alive. I can’t eat lemon meringue pie without remembering my Nana’s lemon meringue pie. Her recipe, memorized so no recipe could be written to get the pie right, was the best. How she cooked it so the peaks were always brown on their tips, and the lemon part was just tart enough, I’ll never know. Even when I sat in front of her one day and tried to write her pinch and handful ingredient measurements, I couldn’t do it.

What heritage of recipes do you have? Whose were they? Do you make them yourself? What memories do they conjure up?

Keep the pen moving,


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