This morning a friend posted on Facebook about craving some childhood foods her grandmother used to make. Which of course made me think of food.

It had started a discussion in the comments about foods we remember from our childhood. Which got me thinking about memories and the history of ethnic foods. This line of thought is after only being awake for a little over an hour and after only a few sips of coffee, if that helps explain this post better.

Her grandparents were German, they made and ate a lot of German food. My father’s parents were Irish and French Canadian. My mother’s parents were Irish and Polish. We ate Irish food. I’m not sure what is a traditional French Canadian or Polish dish. I never had anything close to Polish food until I was much older. The reason was because when my Polish grandmother married my Irish grandfather it apparently was expected that she would cook they way he grew up. Which is probably why most meals I remember growing up were meat and potatoes with a vegetable. I’m not sure if this is a New England thing or just the way it was in their generation.

I do have a Slovenian cookbook I was given by my mother-in-law. Since I have no classes scheduled all week, I’m thinking I might try a new dish or two in between the 3-column to do list I have created for my work-at-home week.