Whether it was your mom, your grandmother, you aunt, or someone else special in your life; pretty much all of us have some memory of a food that they used to make that no one else can seem to replicate. Maybe it was that little extra dash of love or some unknown secret ingredient that made the difference. Maybe it was just because 'she' made it.
My wife makes a killer chocolate cake with chocolate ganache frosting. It's so good that even my otherwise unshakable keto eating habits cannot resist having a small piece. People shower her with praise over it and plead with her to make one for them, including my boss who gets one every year on his birthday. But her dark secret is that it's my Mom's recipe and no matter how good of job she does making it, my Mom's version is just a little bit better (and it drives her crazy). And believe me, my wife has made 100+ of them trying to match the moistness, density, and decadence of my Mom's chocolate cake. As my Mom didn't raise any dumb kids I always tell my wife that her cake is every bit as good as Nana's cake, but then inevitably my Mom makes one and my wife gives me that look. Like she is accusing my of lying with her eyes. Regardless whenever I take a bite of either version, it takes me back to all of childhood birthdays.
How about you? What dish did Mom used to make that will always be with you?
My wife makes a killer chocolate cake with chocolate ganache frosting. It's so good that even my otherwise unshakable keto eating habits cannot resist having a small piece. People shower her with praise over it and plead with her to make one for them, including my boss who gets one every year on his birthday. But her dark secret is that it's my Mom's recipe and no matter how good of job she does making it, my Mom's version is just a little bit better (and it drives her crazy). And believe me, my wife has made 100+ of them trying to match the moistness, density, and decadence of my Mom's chocolate cake. As my Mom didn't raise any dumb kids I always tell my wife that her cake is every bit as good as Nana's cake, but then inevitably my Mom makes one and my wife gives me that look. Like she is accusing my of lying with her eyes. Regardless whenever I take a bite of either version, it takes me back to all of childhood birthdays.
How about you? What dish did Mom used to make that will always be with you?