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Fave memory: Dal go nah is my favorite street junk food in my childhood. The fun thing about it is if you successfully cut the shape out then you will get another one for the prize. I tried to make this at home and had to throw out or hide lots of ladles after burning them. It was intense that time but fun memory to bring back now a days.
As a five-year-old who stepped into the new town, all I could see was the city lights that completely soaked me in. As years passed, Dubai seemed ever more enchanting. Nothing was more fascinating than the night beauty of the Arabian tale. The shimmer of the colors that lit the calm Creekside waters, cruise rides as a royal treat, the aromatic breeze of Arabic cuisine, the scented air of heritage culture, delights a roughly spend day.
I used to walk with my patents to the Creekside very often. The Heritage village nearby has these sweet goody snacks made by the local Arab ladies. Once, I happen to have these small round golden crunchy balls, an Arab sweet named 'Luqaimat' topped with a drizzle of sugar syrup. Ever since then it was no doubt I never wanted to leave Dubai. There was nothing more to make me happy than gazing at the Creekside and enjoying my snack.
The very fact that I have to leave the town makes this place even more special.
A golden memory shared with a golden sweet treat.
Ladoo or the famous motichoor ladoo is an all time hit in India.North,South, East or west, this ladoo will have you drooling over in the country.Usually eaten as a dessert, this motichoor ladoo is rich and soft and a favorite of the Indian household during festivals like Diwali.
This is a Fave Memory of mine. In the weeks before Christmas when I was a kid, my mom would make dozens of these cookies and put them in tins in our chest freezer in the basement so we'd have them for the holidays. My brother and I discovered the stash and used to sneak a handful when we could, hoping she wouldn't notice. I loved those cookies so much, I make them every December with my own kids, with the same old-fashioned aluminum cookie press my mom used decades ago.
Fave Memory - I remember first making the recipe for Fudge from the label of the jar of Marshmallow Fluff jar in the 80s. You didn't need to worry about candy thermometers and getting just the right temperature with this recipe. It was simple and quick! It was the age of convenience...the microwave was used more than the oven in those days! (how do you like my "Miami Vice" colorway? Rad, right?!)
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!