I’ve been collecting stories my whole life. For me, the richness of life lies beneath our exteriors. Our stories.
I love when I have the opportunity to laugh or cry alongside someone when they share their heart. I feel stories changing the fabric of my own life and learn more about life and living through their sharing than I could ever hope to learn on my own.
The more I’ve talked with people in workshops, the more I’ve come to know that almost everyone has a food memory, favorite recipe, or funny anecdotal story related to food from their past. Not surprisingly, I’ve heard a lot of stories about bread.
In one of my workshops, a woman told us about her parents who had passed down a tradition of kissing stale bread before throwing it away. In the long ago past, her ancestors had known the value of bread during times when there was little else to eat.
Kissing bread was their way to remember to be grateful.
“I stopped kissing bread a few years ago,” she confided, “when a friend of mine saw me and questioned me about it. I suddenly felt silly.”
“But…” she added in quietly, “sometimes when there’s no-one else around….”
I’ll share some of my family stories and recipes from time to time but I’d love to hear your stories and learn about your favorite recipes, too. We can learn so much from each other; more than we could ever learn on our own.
Don’t be shy! Whether you have a story or a recipe, please share it with us in the comment section below!