A friend of mine noticed I've been writing about food a lot lately - that my blog seems to have morphed into something else. That's true, but I think it's only temporary.
I've been working on a personal project - collecting some family stories and writing them down in some format or another. It's going slowly, because I haven't hit upon the right presentation. Many of the stories revolve around food, and so I've been thinking about how much food has changed over my lifetime. For instance, I grew up watching my grandmother make bread. . . letting it rise and punching it down. My daughters have never seen that process, because the only bread I make is banana bread. They love homemade bread, and we own a bread machine. . . but still. I keep thinking about what has been lost.
This project - a kind of family food genealogy - is always floating around in my head. I only seem to make progress on it if I jot some of these details down somewhere. To make room for more details, I suppose. . .
Anyway, perhaps I'll make some headway on this gray Saturday, since hubby and the girls are at Wizard World.
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There's a video that intrigued me by description alone years ago--I still haven't seen it-- about three generations of women making gefilte fish, that Jewish holiday staple.
Great grandma did every step by hand. Grandma got a little help from the butcher and modern appliances and the Mom, the third generation simply bought the canned gook. Certainly time is saved, but yes, what gets lost.
Speaking of food, let's have lunch soon!
My favorite episode of Martha Stewart was when she had her mother and her niece on, three generations making Polish pastries together. I was actually sad when Martha's mother passed away.
(And yes! I'm always available for lunch.)
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