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For years, my family made graham cracker holiday houses. It started when my 3rd child was born. By the time there were 5 kids, it turned into a big party. Cousins and friends all came bringing extra candy to decorate the houses. Children and adults all had a great time making the houses. When my oldest kids were in college, it got hard to get everyone together. The event stopped. Now with grandchildren, it is time to create new graham cracker holiday house memories!

Fave Memory Design Challenge: When I think back to childhood days at the beach I can almost taste the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches mixed with a bit of salty sea and a lot of wind blown sand. My dad would sit in his beach chair on the shore while my brother and I splashed in the waves for hours and hours. We joked that he was guarding our lunch, packed by mom, which almost always consisted of PB&J and orange juice in a thermos. We added the sand ourselves.

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BBQ is always my favorite. It's not just a kind of food, but also a life style, when you are quite relaxed outside with friends and family, cooking and eating delicious BBQ with laughs.That is the best thing in the life.

In my memory, summer BBQ party is like the food symphony. All kinds of food with different taste together play a lovely symphony.

the barbecue is a matter of five senses: you listen to the meat on the fire and you can't bear seeing it. When you watch the meat turn from red to gray, that scene can scratch your heart and go straight into your chest. When you smell it, you can't help to reach out your hand to the fire and grab the grilled string. Baked, sprinkled, and served on the table, and the sound of rustling. At this moment, you are eager to have a bottle of ice beer, the wine is poured into the glass, and the foamy snow rushes out. Before the taste is gone, the sense of smell, hearing and vision are telling you how wonderful this thing is.

In the human gene, there is a deep love for barbecue. Therefore, eating barbecue, that is what our ancestors had, the most primitive instinct of human beings!

BBQ is always my favorite. It's not just a kind of food, but also a life style, when you are quite relaxed outside with friends and family, cooking and eating delicious BBQ with laughs.That is the best thing in the life.

In my memory, summer BBQ party is like the food symphony. All kinds of food with different taste together play a lovely symphony.

the barbecue is a matter of five senses: you listen to the meat on the fire and you can't bear seeing it. When you watch the meat turn from red to gray, that scene can scratch your heart and go straight into your chest. When you smell it, you can't help to reach out your hand to the fire and grab the grilled string. Baked, sprinkled, and served on the table, and the sound of rustling. At this moment, you are eager to have a bottle of ice beer, the wine is poured into the glass, and the foamy snow rushes out. Before the taste is gone, the sense of smell, hearing and vision are telling you how wonderful this thing is.

In the human gene, there is a deep love for barbecue. Therefore, eating barbecue, that is what our ancestors had, the most primitive instinct of human beings!

Fave Memory: My Dad – an excellent cook – did most of the cooking in our house, and this was a favourite hearty lunch or dinner with some nice crusty bread and cheese. He rarely followed a recipe, though – just went by instinct and experience. We lost him earlier this year and I still can't believe I can't just call him up and confirm the ingredients or instructions – so this is to the best of our recollection. He loved everything to do with the sea and I can't think of another dish that reminds me more of my Dad.

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This soup was my favorite during childhood and I have sweet memories about pulling the letters to the rim of my plate and making up words and phrases... It was also a fun way to say something nice to my mom and thank her for the delicious soup.

Fave Memory: Sundays were never complete without pancakes growing up in my house. These lazy mornings would start off with careful measuring of ingredients and usually end with batter covering my mom’s normally immaculate kitchen countertops. The end result was always worth it though: sweet, sticky, syrup-covered pancakes. But the best of the best Sundays were the ones after my mom and I would go blueberry picking. Fresh blueberries in fluffy, golden pancakes were (and still are) the best way to wake up on a Sunday.

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Favorite Food Memories: My mom and I would make pies from scratch during the holidays. Making a pie was such a memorable activity for me being a creative child. Getting to make a mess with my hands in the kitchen and creating a yummy desert was just fantastic! I have fond memories of my mom teaching me her recipe. Even though I ended up being more of a cook than a baker, making pies is something I feel confident baking thanks to my Mom.

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