Eat, Darling, Eat 

(by Suzanne Turner) It’s your birthday if you have a cake with a candle in it. Everything else—the cards, presents, well-wishes, Facebook...

(by Andrea Santo Felcone) If you were to peer inside my mother’s refrigerator, you might grow concerned. In that largely hollow expanse,...

(by M.T. Rose) “Mommy, you’re a good cooker!” These are the earliest words I can remember, said with honest praise while watching my...

(by Jae Jung) Every Asian kid says that her mom is a tiger mom, but my mom is a super tiger mom. Not only was she born in the year of the...

(by Erin Roach) Culinary skills are not always genetic. My grandmother was effortless. Kathryn could master several dishes at once,...

(by Chandini Prakash) My mother is an alchemist, if I can say that about someone who knows how to create amazingly flavorful food, with...

(by Haley Coopersmith) A few years ago, I needed a family recipe for a workshop I was leading—a cross-continental digital art class...

(by Mahogany Reynolds) Losing my mom five years ago was the hardest experience of my adult life. We had a rather unique relationship,...

(by Cherie Kephart) When I was growing up in sunny West Los Angeles, one of the best days in my house was Sauce Day. The recipe for the...

(by Fiona Winch) Some may say eight spoonfuls of sugar is too much. Some may say it can cause cavities, or that the crash from the rush...

(by Shanta Sultana) Pick me up, hug me, and just tell me it is hurting you as much as it is hurting me. Let me know that you care, that I...

(by Janet Clare) I’ve never spent much time, maybe none, thinking about cooking and eating and my mother. I have no memory of ever having...

(by Bex O'Brian) It was a few minutes before five in the evening on a Sunday. I wandered into my bedroom, chewing on a piece of toast I...

(by Aimee Lee Ball) My mother wanted (read: expected) a Valentine from me on February 14th. She had married when she was 21, was widowed...

(by Suzanne Turner) (This is a work of fiction, if very informed by my Southern childhood.) Mama was off on a shopping trip to New York,...

(by Elizabeth Coo) All food has a story. This is one of a potsticker. The recipe begins as follows: 1. Prepare your meat of choice; chop...

(by Patricia Fieldsteel) It was her nerves, always her nerves. Her bedside table was a stocked pharmacy of pills and salves and drops and...

(by Angela Fradella) Money was tight in my Italian family when I was growing up, first in Brooklyn, but after the neighborhood got...

(by Jen Rubin) When I was a kid, my grandmother, Ethel, lived with us during the summer months. She moved to Miami Beach from New Jersey...

(by Theresa Wilson) Starting when she was born and flourishing ever since, I strove to develop a bond with my daughter that could not be...