Food: an essay

What is food? Essentially it is fuel. Sustenance is required to function but flavor makes the function worth it! The idea that you can be a chemist and an artist and a provider all at the same time is exhilerating and daunting at the same time.

Everyone has ideas and certain people have the ability to transform those ideas into masterpieces that not only sustain us but the also feed our souls.

I imagine that every person has that magical food that brings them to a place or time in thier lives. Is it grandma’s chicken casserole or dad’s once a month breakfast for dinner that reminds you a of happier time? Maybe it brings a sadness of missing a person or an adventure that was glorious. I think about my Nanny’s cream corn and fried chicken that she would make every time we would drive across the country to visit relatives in Alabama. Memories like Dad adding beer to his meatloaf or Grandma always making peanut butter chocolate icing for my birthday cake.

Food can be associated with good and bad memories, when I miss my late sister I think about how she would put ketchup on her cornflakes (she was four years old). It is a bittersweet memory, but still sweet.

Maybe we can share those experiences through this blog, maybe I am just a nut obsessed with food, but, I know I am not alone. There are more of you, than would like to admit, that have a weakness. So maybe we band together to enjoy life and food and each other.

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About Trace Hillman

I am a dad, husband, and a food guy.. I love the idea of bringing people together and having real food.
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2 Responses to Food: an essay

  1. Teressia says:

    I have lots of funny memories that involve my family and food. Not so much certain foods we ate, like you remember, but we have lots of food jokes. We give my mom a hard time because she almost always burns toast, so anytime she burns something we tell her to scrape off the burnt part. And she can never remember that I hate cantalope and honeydew, so every time she asks me if I want some, we make a big deal of it. But she makes a mean lasagna and some darn good chicken and noodles!

  2. eva5 says:

    It's probably not much of a stretch to say I'm obsessed with food. Not only eating and preparing it, but gathering recipes, too. And baking — nothing can top that! I remember when my kids were little, I'd make a quadruple batch of bread dough. I'd bake several loaves and the kids were all given a piece of dough to shape as they wanted. And the whole house smells wonderful when you're baking or cooking. A pan of warm, yeasty cinnamon rolls in the oven, or a spicy sauce simmering on the stovetop — awesome aromas!

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