As much as I dislike winter (my mother always said never to use the word hate), there is something about the smells coming from my kitchen during winter months that brings back loads of great memories. Maybe it’s because the smell of salad just doesn’t waft through your house the way a warm pot of stew or an apple pie does. Ahhh… Heaven! Or maybe it’s because so many of my greatest childhood memories are related to family meals. Whatever it is, food and memories go hand and hand in my book. Part of the reason I started this blog was because I wanted to help families eat better and help people understand that sharing meals together is so much more than good for our bodies, it’s good for our souls. Even if your parents weren’t great cooks, I bet you have stories to tell about how your mom burns her Thanksgiving turkey EVERY YEAR! Or how dad manages to boil the life out of any green vegetable set before him. The point is, you have those stories and those stories are priceless. And every time you smell turkey you will think of your mom and how great it was to be together, at that moment, as a family because every moment is precious.

We are all WAY too busy. But we must remember, there will never be another day like today. Please take some time to cook and eat with the ones you love. Even if it’s just to burn a grilled cheese sandwich. I promise you, the laughs and the stories you will share will be some of the most delicious memories of your life.

**I dedicate this dish to my son Griffin. It reminds me of my mom and I hope someday when he’s making it for his children, it will remind him of me.