There are lots of memories our bodies store. Some can be triggered by sight, some by touch, many by smell.  Food memories, for me, involve all three and I indulge myself in reliving as many as I can.  Sometimes multiple times a day.

Growing up , my mother was a lousy cook.  She often had to tell us “this is so delicious, you are going to want to eat this up!” and we would reluctantly put fork to mouth and swallow down whatever was on our plate.  So we could get to dessert which at least had sugar in it.

As I moved out and went to college, I began to cook more and more and was already an avid reader of  Mother Earth News so I knew I wanted to eat healthily and sustainably.  Finals week always involved making whole wheat bread because a lot of kneading was required.  It really helped with the tension.  I still bake on occasion.  This week is one of those occasions.

One of the things I also do with my cooking is travel with my taste buds.  This week, we are going to Paris.  I am baking chocolate croissants and presenting that recipe to you here.

Come join me as we travel down memory lane and the world as we explore Food Stories.