…Someone else mentioned ‘guarding them like heirlooms’. I really like that comparison, because that’s really what it is to me. No one cooks like the women in my family - and now that I’m so far removed from where I grew up and learned to cook, that’s even more true. I have my grandma’s Bible, an Afghan she made for me, and a lifetime of recipes and techniques that I learned over the years at her and my mom’s sides. Because we were so poor, we really didn’t have a lot of tangible heirlooms to start with, and what few we did have were stolen by someone who knew she was in the hospital a few weeks before she died, broke into her home, and emptied out her valuables.

She never knew that though, which is a blessing.
I’m happy to cook whatever, whenever, and for whoever. But even if I could put in words how to make this stuff, I don’t think I could bring myself to do it.