In yesterday’s random post I mentioned that I spend quite a bit of time thinking about food. Not sure where that comes from. I just really enjoy my food.
I don’t love to cook. I can cook and I enjoy it sometimes. Especially when I’m making something new or making something for someone else. To me, cooking for someone, providing sustenance, is a way to show love. Which is why I don’t cook for every single man I meet. But if I do break out the pots and pans, baby, you are special.
Nothing special about it. But it was his and I loved it. Today, my son loves my spaghetti and meatballs. Back in the day, my mother taught me how to fry chicken and it is still one of my favorite things to make.
I don’t do it quite as often because I’m trying to lay off the fried foods, but still. My all time favorite food memory is Thanksgiving dinners at home. Oh my goodness!
There is nothing better than the smell of turkey and dressing when you wake up on Thanksgiving morning. It’s because of those memories that Thanksgiving remains my favorite holiday.
I have a few favorite food memories from restaurants. My most favorite has got to be dinner at Zoe’s.
You can read about that experience here
From the moment we hit the door I knew that evening was going to be special: Virginia figs with maytag bleu cheese and a lavender drizzle, spinach and tomato stack topped with fried goat cheese, drunken mussels, shrimp tempura, filet mignon, lemon tilefish, blue crab mac-n-cheese, chocolate soufflé and several bottles of wine. The food and the atmosphere combined with the company made this one of my favorite food memories.
What about you? Any favorite food memories to share?