cooking frenzy

Continuing along with a previous theme Leny has been in a cooking frenzy. And her description summons up all kinds of cooking spirits, not to mention smells, tastes, and textures.

Initially I thought of the food memories as nostalgic. But I realize that to call this “nostalgia” is just wrong. Because it’s a living thing, something to keep alive, something that keeps you alive. Recipes change with each generation and locale. Is there an “original” recipe? I don’t know, perhaps not. But something enlivens our senses, and continues on.


  1. Hello Jean, I write about food sometimes too, and like you, sometimes think about it as nostalgia. (As a writer, I think also about food as trope, but now I understand it’s about HOW we handle writing about it, why we write about food.)

    In food practice, I do feel some kind of familial connections, stuff I barely remember that the very act of food preparation conjures up, and then, of course, what we remember as the senses are engaged; there’s a kind of living record there, and oral tradition at work, and with this, the changes that come with each new telling. Even as I write I’m a little self-conscious of how nostalgic it all sounds.

    1. Thanks for your comment, Barbara Jane. Food brings up memories of all sorts for me. And have never really thought of it as part of an oral tradition — but that really makes sense. Of course: that’s how it’s carried forward, in the telling, and in the sensory experience. It’s powerful.

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