This is a picture of my grandmother doing what she loves best, working in the garden. Do you see all those collard greens? Her garden has gotten smaller over the years, but she always has something growing in her backyard.
Food we’ve grown up eating makes an indelible impression on people. It can bring us back to a place and time in our lives. When I eat collard greens I am taken back to my grandmother’s garden, bursting of greens that I used to snub as a child and can’t wait to eat today. Everyone’s experience with food is uniquely personal, which is why I get excited over an octopus boiling away on a hot stove while others may smile over a steaming bowl of pot roast and scalloped potatoes.
Spanish food is very important to me. A passion you could say, something I hope to share with other people in hopes that they find it is as intriguing and as incredibly tasty as I do. I’ve been thinking about doing a Spanish food series, posts where I can muse over the food I grew up eating, the ingredients, the spices, the regions, the dishes, the memories. I hope you enjoy.
