Stories are often shared over a good meal. The gathering place for food, family and friends is remembered through photographs and social media venues, yet the stories shared over the meal are what legacies are built on.
Food and its preparation has a way of connecting us to our cultural roots and ancestral heritage. It has an inexplainable way of igniting memories or stories we heard while growing up, and so we feel compelled to pass those stories on.
Food and its preparation also has a way of uniting us in our most favorite gathering spot, our kitchen; whether it is the children standing on a chair to involve their little fingers in what we are cooking, our teens drawn in by the smell of something wafting through the house, or simply the room where everyone wants to pull up a chair, pour something to sip on and just become a part of the celebration happening on the stove.
Gathering of the food becomes an important stimulation in the ritual of its preparation. The bustle of a market place, the distant drive to purchase that one unique and important ingredient, or the ingredients we have painstakingly and proudly grown to bring that extra measure of wow factor to the story we will tell when gathered around the table. The gathering of food has always held an important place in the storytelling of a meal since ancient times.
I know these things to be true because I have lived them. I was that two-year old, long ago, standing on a chair helping my mom knead bread, a recipe that had been passed down in her Syrian family. I am that mom that enjoyed each of my four children cooking in the kitchen with me when they were growing up, now each of them are more than proficient in the kitchen. I am that kookie, rookie gardener that can’t get enough of my “Play In The Dirt” time, that grandma that loves having the little one’s fingers chopping veggies or rolling out dough in my kitchen. I am that sister, woman, friend that has discovered that in life, the best stories and memories are made in our kitchen, dining over a beautiful meal, and sharing stories that will live on with those I enjoy sharing my life with.
Every Meal Tells A Story simply because it involves our history, in one way or another.