So I know I just posted about four in a half minutes ago, but in the brief period after I hit the “publish” button I got up, walked into my kitchen and realized I just have way too much granola.
It’s becoming a problem. I keep eating it by the handful. It must be gone.
That’s where YOU come in. Just leave a comment on this post telling me your favorite childhood food memory, and at the end of the day I’ll pick a winner at random and will send you this first thing tomorrow.
Freshly baked granola from me to you. In a super cute pink bag that I got yesterday from Target for two dollars.
In terms of childhood food memories, it could be your favorite meal that your grandma made or the pancakes dad burned in the kitchen. I’ll go first: my favorite memory was leaning over the stove picking at all the clams with my fingertips while mom made linguine and clams for dinner. Linguine and clams has always been my absolute favorite meal of all time and I loved the way the clams squeaked when I chewed them.
Your turn!
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my favorite childhood food memory is eating SEVERAL frosted blueberry pop-tarts at one time and looooving every bite of them. i would toast it until a very specific point and cut it into a certain number of tiny squares….no other food brought me such satisfaction
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My favorite childhood food memory would have to be going on bike rides with my dad and he would always prepare us “surprise” picnics, but they were always the same thing: 2 thick slices of whole grain bread, slathered with chunky peanut butter and a layer of grape jelly from the farmers market. He sticks 2 crumbled up potato chips (with ridges!) in the center of each sandwich to add a bit more crunch. Whenever I am home from college, to this day, he always packs us pb&j for our long bike rides to help us refuel. Tastes so much sweeter when made with love by dad!
for as long as i can remember, my parents have been divorced and remarried. it’s no big deal. it just means that i got to share every other weekend growing up with an additional brother and sister. (i am otherwise an only child). well, when ever my step- brother and sister were over, we always made a point to wake up early, brush our teeth and scurry downstairs for breakfast. this wasn’t just any morning, it was PANCAKE morning. every single saturday and sunday that my siblings were with us, my step-dad would make us smiley face pancakes with LOTS of butter and syrup. in addition, he had his own special way of making chocolate milk. he would set three tall glasses touching on the counter and take the gallon of milk and just pour and move and pour and move and pour. without stopping. same with the chocolate syrup. probably the messiest way to create chocolate milk, but when you’re 8, eating your Flintstones daily vitamin, and fighting over the “good” seat with a brother and sister you only had every now and then, it was the best freaking breakfast on the planet.
side note (i know, it’s only supposed to be one memory, but this one is attached..) one morning, my step-dad decided he was going to flip all of our pancakes to us from the other side of the kitchen and we had to catch them with our plates- the dogs got the strikeouts. well, my sister and i caught ours perfectly (ladies first) and it was my brother’s turn. only dad didn’t tell him when we was throwing the pancake, so my brother wasn’t looking. the pancake- hot out of the skillet- soared threw the air and landed perfectly. in my brother’s lap. he looked down at it, looked at all of us, then looked down at it again. it took almost 30 seconds for the heat to register and then he finally jumped up, hollered, and danced around for a good 8 minutes while the rest of us were cracking up. mean, but hilarious. my favorite food memory.
sour pickles chopped width-wise in a little baggie with a bit of their juice with a scoop of hot sauce. close the baggie up, shake and let it marinate over night and I would stink up the classroom by leaving the baggie open in my desk and sneaking my hand in from time to time. hehheh.
After school during elementary school, I would eat chips ahoy cookies with milk while leaning back against my dad and watching t.v. Sometimes the best memories are the simplest.
eating ballpark hotdogs, microwaved with Kraft american cheese, I get the heebie jeebies just thinking about it now
Sunday morning breakfast-my father was in charge and made so many different types of pancakes-the best were skinny pancakes-esentially crepes.
picking the cookie dough chunks out of the CCCD ice cream while mommy & daddy weren’t looking ;]
Mine is when my grandma would visit my house, always pulling the same seafoam green cooler. Its contents were the best coldcuts from her deli in Brooklyn, her sister’s “curlies” (aka spiral pasta salad), and a giant tupperware of her homemade spaghetti and meatballs. Oh, and an Entenmann’s crumb cake in her hand!
I love your giveaway! I’ve been meaning to make homemade granola!
My fave food memory was when my dad cooked for my sister & I b/c my mom had to work late (and he never cooks b/c my mom forbids him from making his “natural disaster” anywhere he works.) He made us top ramen noodles with spaghetti sauce and diced in hot dogs and hard boiled eggs. The eggs were ok if you skipped the yolk, but when you’re 8 yrs old, what do you care?! =P
Just one!?!? I will leave you with three.
1. My mom cooking me grilled cheese and tomato soup.
2. My dad making omelets and American fries for Sunday brunch.
3. My great grandma always having Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies on her kitchen table for me and my sister to eat.
My favorite food memory was eating Filet Mignons with my Dad. We ate them every other Friday (payday), and he never passed judgment on me for slathering my cut in A1 Sauce. Of course, I know better than to ruin a good steak with A1 Sauce now.
I remember licking the cookie dough (or any dough for that matter) bowl until there was absolutely not a bit left. My family always made fun of me for it! I may or may not still do the same thing today.
Eating Life cereal with my brother in our jammies on bar stools in the kitchen.
corn on the cob! “knee high by the 4th of july,” they say. my parents would soak them in the husks alllllllll daaaaaaay and then grill them, husk on, to tender perfection. sweet, crunchy, buttered and salted. simply drool-worthy and divine.
My sister and I were kind of spoiled, usually got what we wanted. One summer when I was 10 we were camping (1986-heavy canvas tent and red coleman canoe, can’t you picture it?) and us girls wanted grilled cheese sandwiches. There was no bread or cheddar left. So of course, we started whining uncontrollably. Then dad discovered a couple leftover hot dog buns and some mozzarella, making a grilled cheese in his old cast iron pan. They looked just like running shoes. From then on, we called them running shoes and requested them all the time at home. Dad died after a long battle with cancer six weeks ago. I was a very lucky girl.
Hmm. Maybe a more recent one, but the discovery of banana soft serve! And yum. I am hooked
I lived in LA with my grandparents and my Dad and sister lived in SF. The summer just after his second marriage, we went on a road trip to stay in a creaky old beach house that a friend owned, in Mendocino. A trail leading to the beach had blackberries growing wild along the sides of the path. My sister and I picked baskets of berries that were then made into pies by our new step mother, who was an amazing cook. After the pies were done we made fresh whipped cream flavored with vanilla. It was the first experience I remember of eating food that was so fresh, and with fruit that I had picked. Berry pies still remind me of that idyllic time.
Favorite food memory, has to be a spoonful of peanut butter tapped into chocolate chips and consumed in one, full, sticky bite. Thanks mom this this healthy habit!
I remember my dad making us “special breakfasts”-hardboiled eggs, chopped up with buttered toast-yum!
Both my parents were amazing home cooks. My favorite food memory is baking on snow days. We would be off from school and my mom (also a teacher) would spend the day baking muffins or brownies. I would be in the kitchen doing whatever I could to lick the spoon!
Cinnamon buns on Christmas morning!
My mom’s chocolate milkshakes when I didn’t feel good and I stayed home from school.
My favorite childhood memory is definitely eating cold pizza and ice cream during weekend breakfasts with my dad!
I used to insist on eating peanuts out of a cup with a fork. Despite the peanuts always falling off and never making it into my mouth, I couldnt be convinced that their was an easier way.
I get nostalgic anytime I see blackberries these days because growing up we had quite a few blackberry bushes that had the hugest, sweetest, overall most awesome blackberries you’ll ever meet in your life. We used to make blackberry jam and pies and cobbler and even tried juice one time… boy do I miss those days.
My favorite childhood food memory is baking Christmas cookies with my mom and grandma. My mom and I still get together to bake every year!
I missed the drawing, but I thought I’d share anyway: There was a week or weekend that my parents were on vacation and my brothers and I stayed with my dad’s parents who had a garden in their yard. Granddaddy took us out and let us eat cherry tomatoes right off the vine. And he always grew the best, sweetest corn and fried, homegrown okra was always a staple at family gatherings! Unfortunately the city later widened the road and the garden disappeared. I do miss it!
I know I’m probably too late on this….but this is one of my favorite childhood memories of all time. My dad was 18 when I was born, so his culinary expertise wasn’t exactly flourishing. Needless to say we ate a lot of spaghetti, and at that age, it was only buttered noodles for me. So to make it more interesting one night, my dad used food coloring and made the spaghetti purple. BEST NIGHT OF MY 4 YEAR OLD LIFE
My favorite childhood memory is helping my dad with our huge garden that we had in our backyard!
My favorite childhood food memory is when our whole neighborhood would make homemade ice cream every 4th of July. So good and refreshing during the summer!
Food memories? Well, any time I eat at my grandparents house. They were farmers who cooked very simple food but the love that went into it you could feel to your core. It makes me all warm inside just thinking about it now so many years later. After I moved from Minnesota to the East Coast I didn’t get to experience that food of love much but even now after they have passed I will never forget the happiness I felt in their kitchen helping bake cookies as a little girl or sharing the food that was made to heal my childhood pains. My grandfather had to give me a nickel when I left so I would stop crying. Food is Love, Love is Food.
The smell of fresh baked bread after school and eating the warm slices with butter. Yum!
Mine is definitely going to the beach with my mom and sisters. We would stay literally all day and would have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as snacks. When we would go too deep, my mom would wave from the shore to instruct us to move in. I love thinking about that image.
Your post after this one is ironic, b/c my very favorite childhood food is my mother buttermilk biscuits. They’re perfectly light with crispy edges and they melt in your mouth. Part of their mysticism is that I cannot for the life of me make them just like hers.
This is going to sound gross, but one of my favorite memories is when we would take a road trip from Michigan to South Carolina to visit my grandparents, and a part of our road snacks were Ritz crackers and easy cheese (you know, the cheese that comes from a can?
). I LOVED it when my mom would bring out the “cheese” and crackers – and she would make little designs on the crackers with the cheese. I don’t think you could pay me to touch that stuff now… 
Ha!
Baking chocolate chip cookies with my Momma. I always had a hard time creaming the butter and sugar together…and the one thing I alllways hated the most was dropping it onto the cookie sheets in the appropriate size, so I’d always beg and plead until she’d do that part for me. Mmm, chocolate chip cookies.
picking blueberries from my grandmother’s garden with my sister and my grandparents. most of the times, we would eat them straight from the bush!
picking grapes from my grandmothers garden and the fact that my mom made everything from scratch. she is such an awesome cook and always fed us great food. i still remember her making yogurt, and we would eat it with cantaloupe and a drizzle of honey.
My favorite food memory is being invited over to my godparents’ house to make dinner when I was younger. I have 2 sisters and all three of us were invited to make our first dinner with my godparents (who are excellent cooks!) when we turned 5. I was sooo jealous of my older sister when she turned 5. Since then, my godfather, who is from Tennessee, has taught me to make amazing buttermilk biscuits with Lilly White flour and blueberry pies! My godmother still teases me that I requested Asparagus soup on my first visit.
My favorite childhood food recipe was when my grandma taught my how to make chicken an dumplins. I was probably 6 years old. I remember make the noodles from hand and being covered in flour! Another fond food memory from my childhood was making a gingerbread house. We worked so hard on it… then in the middle of the night we hear “CRASH”… we go into the kitchen and the cat is eating the remainders of our demolished house…. how sad.. we all ate it the next day
My mom used to make me this weird thing that I used to love – I can’t remember for sure what all the ingredients were but it involved dipping a slice of bread in milk and sprinkling a bunch of brown sugar on top of it… I should ask her how she used to make it and try it – it’s still a bit of a mystery to me
My favourite childhood food memory includes my whole family, every sunday, for a get together at my grandma’s house. Fortunately we still have this tradition, but a few very important people are now there only in spirit.
Making rice pudding with my grandmother
Favorite memory: picking blueberries at the cabin in Maine and taking them back to Grandma to make muffins.
My favorite memory is making spaghetti & meatballs with my Gramdma. Her sauce was the the best and the sauce was delicious too.
Grandma has been gone 5 years now and even though we try to duplicate that recipe….it just doesn’t taste the same without that little pinch of Grandma’s love. <3
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