With the Summer months coming and the fresh fruit soon to be abounding, I thought I'd pull this recipe from the archives and share it with you once again. This is so fun to make with kids on a Summer evening after a day spent berry picking. Enjoy, and be sure to let me know if you give it a try!
I've said it here before, but I love to cook - and it isn't just because I love to eat. I do, but there is something poetic about food that has always appealed to me. The significance of meals withstands any season of life. A certain recipe can bring you back to your childhood even if it's been twenty years since you last tasted it. An out of sorts day can turn memorable as soon as you gather around the table together and share in a meal, even if it's a simple one. You can create ties to your community and let your roots sink deep into your neighborhood just by inviting people over for dinner. It can be the most important gift you can give when someone is having a hard time financially, is under the weather, or is in the trenches of learning to care for a new life. Sharing in meals together is something that I feel has lost it's importance in society over the years, but it's something I hope to deeply ingrain in my children. There's something vulnerable about opening your home to someone, allowing them to see your flaws more closely, allowing them to put things into perspective and see that you're just human like them. We all have dirty kitchens. We all have loud kids. And here in this city, we all have small spaces.
