My grandpa’s kitchen in the big old house my dad grew up in. Lots of squeaky wood, natural light & smells of decades of cooking. He was a German immigrant with a demanding presence and high expectations. He was also incredibly family oriented and made me anything I asked, any time I asked. And I always asked for miso soup. No one loved Japanese food like him and he always served me in his favourite dishes he bought in Japan. His food was true love and I was his favourite in those moments.
Thank you for your prompt, that brought me back to a very beautiful time & place. <3
I always think of my grandmothers kitchen! She was an amazing home cook, and taught me so many fundamentals of cooking. Sometimes I am sad that I can't taste her cooking anymore, but I know that she is the one who inspired me to be an accomplished home cook, so in a way I do still get to enjoy her cooking through my own. I still pour a little too much recommend rum on chocolate rum cakes...just for her
my earliest memory in the kitchen is me, in my mother's kitchen, on a step stool leaning over & into the sink, with my half my arms in a pot, swishing uncooked rice & water around 🍚
My mom preparing ramen for me in my childhood home!
When I was five years old, I couldn't handle spicy food at all. My mom was worried that I wouldn't like Korean food when I grew up if I didn't become familiar with it a young age. She'd prepare ramen, kimchi and a big glass of milk for me on the kitchen counter. I'd take one bite of ramen and drop to the floor with my mouth on fire... drink some milk... then return to my chair once I had recovered to take another bite. I love everything spicy now, so maybe her training was successful :)
i was craving and made a simple crock pot meal from my childhood - 'steak, peas, & tomatoes,' with instant mashed potatoes. so nostalgic and comforting with all the rainy weather. dreaming of fancy cheeses (something funky and nutty), fresh pesto with fresh bread, and a perfectly light and well soaked tres leches cake :)
My grandpa’s kitchen in the big old house my dad grew up in. Lots of squeaky wood, natural light & smells of decades of cooking. He was a German immigrant with a demanding presence and high expectations. He was also incredibly family oriented and made me anything I asked, any time I asked. And I always asked for miso soup. No one loved Japanese food like him and he always served me in his favourite dishes he bought in Japan. His food was true love and I was his favourite in those moments.
Thank you for your prompt, that brought me back to a very beautiful time & place. <3
I always think of my grandmothers kitchen! She was an amazing home cook, and taught me so many fundamentals of cooking. Sometimes I am sad that I can't taste her cooking anymore, but I know that she is the one who inspired me to be an accomplished home cook, so in a way I do still get to enjoy her cooking through my own. I still pour a little too much recommend rum on chocolate rum cakes...just for her
my earliest memory in the kitchen is me, in my mother's kitchen, on a step stool leaning over & into the sink, with my half my arms in a pot, swishing uncooked rice & water around 🍚
My mom preparing ramen for me in my childhood home!
When I was five years old, I couldn't handle spicy food at all. My mom was worried that I wouldn't like Korean food when I grew up if I didn't become familiar with it a young age. She'd prepare ramen, kimchi and a big glass of milk for me on the kitchen counter. I'd take one bite of ramen and drop to the floor with my mouth on fire... drink some milk... then return to my chair once I had recovered to take another bite. I love everything spicy now, so maybe her training was successful :)
i was craving and made a simple crock pot meal from my childhood - 'steak, peas, & tomatoes,' with instant mashed potatoes. so nostalgic and comforting with all the rainy weather. dreaming of fancy cheeses (something funky and nutty), fresh pesto with fresh bread, and a perfectly light and well soaked tres leches cake :)