I come from a big Polish family who spend our most intimate moments in the kitchen, drinking coffee, making meals, baking cookies, sharing stories, laughing and crying over wine. There is something so special about moments and memories together in kitchens and you captured those feelings so well here in your piece <3 thank you for sharing.
Having grown up with Italian grandparents that owned a restaurant provisions business, this resonates so deeply with me. Holiday meals full of laughs and fuller bellies. The separate kids’ table until you were old enough to sit with the “adults”. The proverbial “your eyes are bigger than your belly”. Where has it all gone? Are we truly that exhausted? Do we even want to put that kind of time and energy into “entertaining” family? Allegedly time heals all wounds. But is it the salve that motivates people to connect? To remember? To want to break bread?
I come from a big Polish family who spend our most intimate moments in the kitchen, drinking coffee, making meals, baking cookies, sharing stories, laughing and crying over wine. There is something so special about moments and memories together in kitchens and you captured those feelings so well here in your piece <3 thank you for sharing.
Having grown up with Italian grandparents that owned a restaurant provisions business, this resonates so deeply with me. Holiday meals full of laughs and fuller bellies. The separate kids’ table until you were old enough to sit with the “adults”. The proverbial “your eyes are bigger than your belly”. Where has it all gone? Are we truly that exhausted? Do we even want to put that kind of time and energy into “entertaining” family? Allegedly time heals all wounds. But is it the salve that motivates people to connect? To remember? To want to break bread?