I have had a long fascination with slightly retro feel packaging, and used to buy tins just because I found the lettering or layout interesting. I like tinned fish packaging a lot more than using tinned fish in recipes I don't have that may recipes but might try to illustrate a nice fishcake recipe next

Are you going to have any type of sandwich in which you are using buns? TOAST THEM! Every. Single. Time. Toast them buns. “Well, how should I toast them Cody?” Don’t just toss them in a pan dry. Don’t broil them. Please, don’t use the toaster. Guess what? Don’t use butter either. “GASP! What did he say? Toast buns without butter?! Is he insane?!” No, now pay attention. The pros toast their buns with mayo instead of butter. That’s right, Patrick, mayonnaise can be an instrument. The oil in the mayo is going to give you the perfect golden crispy toast. Don’t believe me? Try it out. You’ll never use butter to toast your buns ever again.. ALSO! If you have one, use a cast iron to toast them buns. It’ll act as a real nice griddle. Get it a nice medium hot before tossing them bad boys in there and they’ll crisp up just like you were making a grilled cheese. (Bonus tip: use mayo for grilled cheese too). “But Cody, I don’t have a cast iron pan.” Don’t talk to me about not having cast iron. Just don’t. That conversation will end with ultimately “GET YA-SELF A CAST IRON PAN ALREADY!” In the meantime, use any pan you have I guess. Just don’t walk away from the stove while you’re toasting because nobody, I MEAN NOBODY, likes burnt up buns. Keep an eagle eye on them babies.

There’s always room for sushi :)

*Fave Memory* I love to wander around the local farmers market with my mom, entranced by the beautiful colors, textures and smells. The only thing that can pull us away from admiring the bright veggies is the unmistakable aroma of fresh apple cider donuts.

This traditional Armenian Easter roll recipe was passed down from my great nana. Since her passing, my grandmother and I have taken over the annual tradition. We also decided to incorporate a metal circle cutter handmade by my great papa, so we can honor both their memories with this one delicious treat!

Fave Memory
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!

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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

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.

When I was home sick as a kid, I usually spent the day at my grandparents. I have fond memories of my grandma serving Campbell’s tomato soup, and grilled cheese—Velveta and white bread of course😝—and The Price Is Right (Bob Barker thank you) on tv mid-morning. Tomato soup and grilled cheese remains one of my favorite comfort foods, but I prefer homemade soup and gourmet cheese and bread these days!

Fave Memory !
Do you know Bugnes ? These french donuts are very sweet and well known in lots of Lyonnaises Families.

Here's one of the ways we enjoyed our first trip to Tokyo: food and lots of it. What an amazing experience! Can't wait to go again.

Italian Carb heaven! Fave Memory

My favorite food memory goes back to my childhood. I grew up in Austria and lunch consisted of soup and a typical 'Wiener Mehlspeise' which are made mostly out of flour, eggs, milk and filled with fruit or jam. I was always looking forward to having lunch because it was kinda eating dessert for lunch.