Eat, Darling, Eat 

(by Melanie Chartoff) My mother was a so-so cook, but a top-notch clerical worker. So she alphabetized all the canned goods stored in our...

(by Margaret Crane) (Molly, my oldest son, and me) My mother approached cooking as cautiously as one might approach an electric fence, so...

(by Bex O'Brian) My first operating room, to go along with my first operation. I was fascinated. There was the tray with an electric saw,...

(by Marnika Stander) Lockdown first started last March here in South Africa. The world became quiet, and no one was around anymore. It...

(by Amita Jayant Sanghavi) ‘’And do you need anything, beta? What did you have for lunch?’’ I hear the love, I feel a lump My shoulders...

(by Stacy Feintuch) Our family of four was sitting at the breakfast table on a vacation in Florida. Our five-year-old took one look at...

(by Laura Davis) 1. Dig through the ratty blue file folder where you keep your oldest recipes. Inside, find a lopsided mess of stacked,...

(by Gelene M. Beverly) My great-grandmother, Vida Iantha Iiames, had 18 children—yes, with the same man. She learned her cooking during...

(by Tayla Shepard) It’s a late Sunday afternoon when I arrive back at my brother’s house, where I am house-sitting. I’ve just come from...

(by Nasrin Rejali) Little did my parents understand when they gave me my name that it would be a predictor of my life. Nasrin means “wild...

(by Marian Leah Knapp) My mother, Anne, was quite young when her mother, Minnie, stopped taking care of her. A Jewish immigrant from...

(by Vasilika “Vanya” Marinkovic) My mother, a full-blooded Greek born in Athens, inadvertently instilled in my siblings and me a taste...

(by Sondra Slade) A few years ago at a family function, my mom and I were reminiscing over something one of our relatives said. My...

(by Julia Tagliere) I am the heiress apparent of a grand tradition in my family: the eternal optimism of the hopeful cook. (If you’ve...

(by Aimee Lee Ball) The modest circumstances of my family did not lend themselves to foreign travel. We had a comfortable life—nice...

(by Monica Bouvier) As far back as I can remember, our house in Anchorage, Alaska, was where family and friends flocked for holidays,...

(by E. Jonus) It felt like we had the world’s smallest family. I was always envious of spirited, plentiful clans dining alongside our...

(by Annette Cade) Living in California, I am fortunate to have my family close by, but at times it can be a struggle, especially with...

(by Tsara Shelton) I am not a foodie. I'm not much interested in food, particularly not how food tastes, or how it's presented. I've...

(by Diana Jackson) I don't hate food; I love food. But I don't like eating in front of other people. It stresses me out; I get...