RecipeMuncher

My parents have been planning to visit this "Paradise On Earth" for ages. Every vacation, my father would with the excited look in the eye would longingly graze through the map, but the news seeping in through the Idiot’s box would always spew in "terrorizing" words, abouts wars, about bloodshed whenever talking about Jammu and Kashmir. Its such a paradox to have gory war fare going on in one of

Ever notice how some of our earliest memories of our Mamas center around food? A certain smell or taste will take me back to helping Mama in the kitchen, or sometimes just watching her cook and bake. This morning I went over to visit my eldest daughter’s blog, A Perennial Garden Lover, to find that she had recreated a happy childhood memory. That of me frying squash for her and her baby brother when they were just wee ones. They would snatch the squash right off the plate despite my warning of burnt little fingers. When we talked on the phone this morning, I told her the recipe came from my own Mama, who would cut the squash in strips like french fries. So in memory of my Mama, I recreated her dish today. Here is to three generations of cooks in the kitchen.

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