Eat, Darling, Eat 

(by Babs Mollere) Inside my pantry on an upper shelf is a small box covered in blue flowered fabric, full of 3 x 5 handwritten cards. It...

(by Jessica Jacob) I come from a diverse Middle Eastern and European family: born in Egypt to a lovely Egyptian/Austrian mom (her mother...

(by Priyanka Lalwani) While cooking, Mom always taught me to work with what I already have in the kitchen, not to care about fancy gear,...

(by Laura Holtz) Nothing tells a child “You are special” quite like a favorite confection prepared with purposeful, adoring intent. When...

(by Dona Adwera) My usual days at home in Kenya consist of me lying on the couch by the television set with a packet of salted crisps...

(by Janet Conroy-Quirk) When I was about four years old, while sitting at the dinner table, sporting a blonde bowl haircut and "Mork &...

(by Kim Shambach) When my older daughter Jazmin was six years old, she discovered the art of tormenting everyone in the house with the...

(by Sarina Alfarano) I’m not able to remember the nine months I spent in my mom’s belly, but I'll bet I developed with a lot of pizza,...

(by Kaylee Correa) Christmas time is a bittersweet season for my family: It’s sweet because I get to take a break from law school and...

(by Lucy St. George) Lazy afternoons spent preparing and eating the famous St. George roast dinner with my mum and two daughters—these...

(by Carmen Fields) My immediate family is a small one. My brother lives on the west coast; I live on the east coast. Our parents, Bernice...

(by Brana Dane) Some things never change. I’m a vegan now, but still, food holds such a tremendous power to transport you to a different...

(by Jennifer Elderman Sanz) As a young girl, my mother was known as Ellie Belly. Her mother had a predilection for big, rich, jolly...

(by Virginia Rand) Our family is not stringent. We do not cling fervently to any sort of tradition, and at this point, with divorced...

(by Jennifer Hobbs) I grew up in a household that was Christmas-obsessed. Somehow, no matter how much else we had going on, no matter...

(by Gabrielle F. Culmer) When I went home to Nassau for the holidays, from boarding school in Connecticut and at New York University, my...

(by Emily Browning) My whole life, I thought I knew how to cook. People (mainly: men) always asked me, and I would say yes every time....

(by Peggy Lampman) Can you touch, smell, hear, or––better yet––taste your family lineage? Well, sure you can. Maybe it’s the scent of...

(by Linda Thorburn) “You're not my real mother!” I take a deep breath in and hold it for a second. It is hard being a teen; it is harder,...

(by Jennifer Conway) Snow was rare in the little mining town where I grew up. Although just outside of Yosemite, we were above the dense...