It’s out of character for me to spend weekends lounging around at home, but a hectic week left me exhausted. All I could muster for Sunday dinner was a simple pasta primavera. While idly slicing vegetables, I thought of the Sunday dinners I shared with my large, energetic Italian-American family. I was taken aback when I realized roughly three years had elapsed since I last prepared a meal with my grandmother—a small, feisty woman and the designated family chef for holidays and, well, all other occasions.
Moving off to college has disrupted my family’s traditions; those rowdy Sunday dinners are now few and far between. No matter how much time passes, the aroma of spicy meatballs sizzling on the stovetop or crisp fried dough emerging from a pan of hot oil will always conjure memories of the afternoons spent at my grandmother’s house, playing sous chef while she prepared the Sunday meal. It’s about time I get my family back to the dinner table.
Blogger Aran’s recent post on Cannelle et Vanille struck a chord with me, considering my recent nostalgia in the kitchen. Her blog explores our shared tendency to associate food with memories. It’s inevitable, isn’t it? Feeling homesick for her native Basque, Aran recalls wanting nothing more than an easy, relaxing weekend. I can relate to that.
She quickly blended an avocado, apple and poached salmon soup—a dish she never imagined would inspire feelings of melancholy or nostalgia. The soup looks smooth and soothing—appropriate for summer and the perfect remedy for a weary mind.