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Food!

Food brings people together.  Think about it. Whether it be holidays, weddings, Sunday meals, funerals or reunions food most often than not is the focus of those events.  First thing I do when someone has had a baby or fallen ill: bring food (or wine depending on the occasion).  It's a common necessity that allows us to connect with another.  

My family is big on food and while I wasn't always able to have big meals with my extended family, I still appreciate the traditions they've made.  

We each have a favorite recipe that reminds us of "home" and I love sharing those recipes and experiences with others.  I've recently been trying to make at least one weekend meal more interesting than our typical nightly dinners.  I've been using hand-me-down recipes from friends and family and branching out by trying recipes that are completely different.  It's been fun to experiment with new foods and techniques!  There's nothing better than "slaving" away at a meal with a good glass of wine and fancy apron and then to enjoy it with people I love.

Question: is there a particular recipe or meal that reminds you of a certain time in your life?  

For me, it's a roast beef dinner with cauliflower cheese, Yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes, peas and gravy.  I've made this only a couple of times in hopes to somewhat mimic what my grandmother and aunts do so well and while I'm nowhere near their caliber, I sure do get comfort out of that meal.

I love the connection that a meal with friends and family gives me...Eat on, y'all!!!!!

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