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My Fave Memory with food is making my Grandma’s chocolate shortbread for Christmas. Since I was very young I can remember munching on the chocolatey scalloped cookies. There was always a line down the middle because of my Grandma’s specific cookie cutter, which seemed perfect for breaking in two but never for sharing! When I was finally old enough to help my mom bake, it was a delicious dream come true to make the family-famous cookies for ourselves!
Biancomangiare is a typical treat of my little and colorful Sicily. It's a poor sweet, quick and easy to cook but very very tasty.
Still today I remember the smell. My home smelled like milk and vanilla. My mom has no head for sweets (she just loves eat them!), but with the Biancomangiare she was able to gain my brother's mouthfeel and mine, making us to think she was an amazing pie maker and storming the medal "What a Godness!" :)
Today the recipe passed down to me and every time I'm enjoying this cake I go back in my mind to that kitchen that smells of milk and vanilla and I'm a child again.
My Grandma Helen made the best date nut cookies and stirring that dough was not easy! I still have her handwritten recipe, unfortunately she left out one or two critical steps so ours don't taste nearly as good. She sure loved her African violets, lily of the valley and pink roses and I sure loved the flour sifter and cookie cutter!
Fave Memory - Every year growing up and still to this day, my Mom makes butter cookies in the shape of Christmas Trees for the holidays. My sister and I loved helping to make these cookies, from adding the food coloring to toping them with colorful sprinkles. And of course, getting to twist and press out the dough onto the baking sheets. I decided to let the cookie press take center stage since it's such a fun old kitchen gadget :)
This cookie recipe has been passed down in my family for generations and is a favorite amongst us all. I remember being a kid and making these in the kitchen with mom. It was always my favorite time! My sister and I got to help AND eat the leftover dough out of the bowl. It was the best! It is also one of the many reasons baking these cookies remains my favorite food memory today.
This memory goes back to 1979 when my aunt and uncle were married in northern Michigan during that magical week between Christmas and New Year's. She was beautiful and wore a simple white dress; instead of flowers, her hands were concealed in a white fake fur muff. He was so handsome in a dark green velour tux. I don't remember if there was a cake, but there was a desert table, on which the bride had made a wreath constructed of leaf-shaped cutout cookies. I took the liberty of adding wedding bell cookies.
The first year that I was married, my mother-in-law came for an extended visit over Christmastime. I was so wrapped up in planning the entire visit that I completely forgot to plan a "nice" Christmas meal. When we woke up, she innocently asked me what I had planned. Oops! So we spent the day making peanut butter balls, and for dinner, we had my old stand-by, spaghetti and meatballs. She was a great sport! Spaghetti and meatballs remains one of her favorite meals (whew!). Love you, Nancy!
Fave Memory (actually two)!
1. When I was little, our Italian grandparents came to visit for a week every August. Each time, Nonnie brought a HUGE tin filled with biscotti and pizzelles. Because this annual treat was just so special, we all individually snuck into the tin to steal "just one". And yet we were collectively surprised when the HUGE tin was empty after only a couple of days!
2. As a youngster, dad was served soup with every meal. We regularly make the cappalletti at holidays, but the pasta fagioli somehow fell by the wayside. My sister painstakingly recreated all of the nuances of Nonnie's recipe. I rarely saw strong emotion from my dad, but he was simply overcome when he tasted my sister's soup, exclaiming that he never thought he'd taste that flavor again. Good work, Sister!
FAVE MEMORY: one of my very earliest memories is the tins of Xmas cookies mom would start baking in early December. Each tin would hold a different cookie- butterball, spritz, pinwheels, sugar sprinkles , cut outs & more. It was heavenly. She continued the tradition for years & years. Even as an adult, it was fun to find the tins & sneak a cookie 😋. In this Xmas pic, I got my favorite doll, my brother got a drum set with a bucking bronco on the side of it 😍. Still....the cookies were the best!! This recipe is from gramma Helen’s cook book published in 1931 & I still have it. It’s beautifully leather bound & embossed.
This is an old recipe I translated from French.I still own the original piece of paper on which my Mémé (grand-mother) wrote the recipe. She used to make those delicious truffles, she always had a jar of them in her fridge and I just loved picking one truffle every so often ..... "Fave Memory"