"I don't know what rituals my kids will carry into adulthood, whether they'll grow up attached to homemade pizza on Friday nights, or the scent of peppers roasting over a fire, or what. I do know that flavors work their own ways under the skin, into the heart of longing. Where my kids are concerned I find myself hoping for the simplest things: that if someday they crave orchards where their kids can climb into the branches and steal apples, the world will have trees enough with arms to receive them. " Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A year of Food Life by Barbara Kingsolver Apple Tree with Red Fruit, c.1902 by Paul Ranson
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I love this! I can't imagine any better compliment than my girls requesting a dish I make for them. For me, my mother's chicken and spaghetti dish makes my mouth water and the smell of pot roast immediately sends me to my grandmother's kitchen...ummm.
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