I am vegan for 45+years. I will be 70 in May. I have never craved meat or dairy. My earliest food memory is of my dad making my first grilled cheese sandwich. He was so dark and handsome then. I am in my high chair. He is standing at the stove. I remember the oozy, yummy cheese. I believe I was 3 years old at the time. Such a strong lovely memory as my father was an alcoholic, and this turned out to be one of my few happy memories. Actually brought tears as I am writing this. I adore these chats you have. I love you both!🎉❤☮️
I grew up in Philadelphia in the 50's and 60's. In the summer we lived on lemon water ice with tiny bits of rind. So sweet, refreshing and delicious. Thanks Tara for bringing it up. I haven't listened to all of your podcasts but, by far, this was my absolute favorite because it's such an interesting and fascinating topic.
Although I have a plethora amount of food memories, I find the most powerful one is not a food memory but came full on while in a coffee shop. I got my coffee but had to pass through the queue to get a serviette. A middle aged women made an opening for me and as I passed through I blurted out, "You smell like my mother!" I immediately apologised for the outburst and explained that her perfume was exactly like my mothers, 'White Shoulders.' This kind women was not offended and did confirm that ,indeed, it was that brand. My mother used this perfume her entire adult life. The smell brough back a deluge of memories from childhood to her passing a year earlier when I came across her perfume while cleaning her apartment. Thank you both for bringing this topic to the surface. While watching I was transported to my grandmothers kitchens and my Great Aunts kitchen at their boarding house which supplied meals for the wall paper mill workers.
Jim’s comments really hit home. My memories are very strongly linked to my sense of smell - not just to food, but (as he says) the forest, the lake, the ocean. “Transported” is also the right word - the smell of molasses cookies and I’m ten years old, in my grandmother’s kitchen. Great episode.
Food that brings memories - Chicken Paprikash. Palacinta (hungarian crepes) Sauteed Red Cabbage with Apples. Those all take me to Mom's Kitchen. Pasta Arrabiato always takes me to a local Italian Restaurant in Lyndhurst, Ohio,. My late husband always order that, every single time. Pizza from Rene's, right across the street from our house. We had it every Friday night while we watched Ghoulardi and spooky movies. There are so many more.
❤Tara and the Yeast❤ As soon as Tara talked about the smell of yeast, I was a kid again, remembering my Dad (who was a Baker by trade). He always had that smell on his hands and arms when he got home from work! I’m 67 and it JUST now reminded me! I do bake bread, and I’ve often said that it’s a talent I get from my Dad. My Mom was an excellent cook, but my Dad was strictly a Baker. Thank you so much!
My grandmother’s toast from homemade bread made on a wood fire stove, along with her bacon and fried egg. And later in life when my friend took me out to a dim sum restaurant and the first bite of a pot sticker. Heaven. As well, my grandmother made a bread she served with sausage and cheese that she called kuchen. It had a cinnamon sugar topping. There was no written recipe so when I was nearing sixty I asked her to help me from the other realms to recreate her recipe and my brothers tell me it tastes just like hers.😊
I commented on your chicken parm video that after I made it and I came back into the house later the smell reminded me of my childhood friend's home His mother was an amazing cook and their house always smelled so good Its absolutely a fact that food smells unlock memories Also I should add that watching your video convinced me to make the chicken parm which I never would have attempted so thank you
BLT sandwich. 70 years ago my grandmother would make me a BLT with a fried egg on it. Homemade bread was used with bread in the oven. Those smells are forever etched in my mind.
I love the ponytail!! Bring it back! 😁 Also, love to hear you’re working on a cookbook, I will definitely be getting it when it comes out - your recipes are like preserving much of my own family’s “recipes.” This podcast was great, you two make a pretty good team🤩 keep it up!
When my wife and I moved to the Kansas City area, the KC Masterpiece restaurant was closing in Overland Park Kansas. Unfortunately we never had a chance to eat there.
It is not only smell and taste, but peeling shells off of shrimp remind me of making Ciopino with my mother, sister, cousins and aunts for large family gatherings before Christmas. I make my mother’s homemade BBQ sauce recipe and the taste of it on grilled chicken brings back pictures of summer gatherings
Gosh….I remember my mom making homemade bread. I can still picture in my mind the kitchen and my mom smacking the bread after forming it for the loaf pan!😄. I loved that smell of yeast then and now when I make pizza dough! Jim…I love seeing the smile and twinkle in your eyes during this video❣️😊
Very interesting subject. The aroma when walking into a real Italian Deli takes me back to shopping with Nonna. I never get to experience that now where I live. Crazy I know, but I really miss it.
Another nice conversation guys. We enjoy them every time. As for food memories, I have one from the '50s for fresh, homemade lemon ices (and other fresh flavors) from the Italian neighborhood on the Lower East Side where I grew up and went to grammar school. As for those heros you talked about, I couldn't even afford a NY slice that my other classmates were having for lunch back then and I can't tell you when I had my first Italian hero. My first slice (other than the pizza my mom used to make with Bisquick and sharp cheddar in addition to the mozz) was in High School up on 86th St., and I do remember prosciutt' and provolone heros from a long gone Italian shop (Trinacria in midtown) in the '80s when I worked near there. If you've never been there, I recommend highly the heros from Lioni's in Bensonhurst which are the best I've ever had (mine is the #106, the Lou Costello) and the variety has always been amazing. Thanks again for this video, will share it in a minute.
Tara here - I love Lioni's and used to order from them when I worked in Brooklyn many years ago. I think mine was the Paul Malignaggi but can't remember for sure. I know it had the fresh mozzarealla, prosciutto, and basil mix. Thanks for reminding me!
There weren't that many with prosciutt' that I recall, but the 106 has provolone along with the mozz and the basil sauce and peppers. I'll have to check my menu here. Thanks again for your videos/podcasts, we love to watch and listen. @@SipandFeastPodcast
Its almost like trying to capture a dream after you wake up & sometimes you’ll get kinda like a déjà vu back to that dream, but food memories are even stronger if you get it just right -that’s the key though, you have to come across those exact flavors, that food. There’s one that I don’t think I’ll be able to truly ever get, which was my fraternal grandmother’s sauce & meatballs. I have absolutely no idea how she made them. They were completely different from my mother & her mother’s style of meatballs; unfortunately my mother never tried to replicate them, bc ofc that was *her* way of making meatballs, *not* my mother’s😂! My brother & I will occasionally still mention them & how special they were -of which we were allowed only two per visit, after church 😂 which was like culinary torture!
Did you see the recent, satirical booking photo of the guy who went around with scissors cutting the knots of hair buns on men? Smiling ear to ear and made me smile, too. That is something on my bucket list that I will never do in reality.
My 3 biggest food memories are my mom's BBQ sauce (very tangy and mustardy), my mom's chocolate chip cookies, and my grandma's oatmeal raisin cookies. Ohhhh and Grape Nuts cereal haha, pretty sure we were the only 6 year olds eating that stuff 😅
For me it's food smell memories first. For example as a kid I loved Pizza Hut. These days if I smell it, it brings me right back. It smells the same, but tastes like complete garbage to me now. Another one is Liver and onions frying reminds me of my grandmas house when I was younger...but to this day I've never tried it nor do I plan to. I like the smell though. I don't think anyone really even eats liver and onions anymore. Fine by me because gross, but man I love the smell of it cooking.
Tight budget in inflationary 1970s and we only had KFC once a year when Jack Harper would bring it to the church picnic. Also remember the Colonel's lemony wet naps.
Just a first take five minutes in. We know that we humans consciously use only 10% of our brain capacity (if that). The entire brain, however, is active all the time, waking and sleeping. It should be no wonder that memories of anything, not just food related, but of anything, would have a play on our emotions and our reactions to things and events. Over the years I've become aware of this, and I always allow my brain to do much of the work involved in decision making (including cooking as far as what to make, what to use and how to do it). We often refer to that as instinct, but the brain is a main actor in our recognition and response. And now on to the remaining 45 minutes.
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00:00:00 - Intro
00:05:59 - 1st Food Memories
00:15:53 - 2nd Food Memories
00:25:44 - Podcast Talk
00:28:17 - 3rd Food Memories
00:34:02 - 4th Food Memories
00:40:26 - 5th Food Memories
00:49:42 - Wrap Up
I am vegan for 45+years. I will be 70 in May. I have never craved meat or dairy. My earliest food memory is of my dad making my first grilled cheese sandwich. He was so dark and handsome then. I am in my high chair. He is standing at the stove. I remember the oozy, yummy cheese. I believe I was 3 years old at the time. Such a strong lovely memory as my father was an alcoholic, and this turned out to be one of my few happy memories. Actually brought tears as I am writing this. I adore these chats you have. I love you both!🎉❤☮️
I love love love your podcasts. Look forward to Monday mornings
I grew up in Philadelphia in the 50's and 60's. In the summer we lived on lemon water ice with tiny bits of rind. So sweet, refreshing and delicious. Thanks Tara for bringing it up. I haven't listened to all of your podcasts but, by far, this was my absolute favorite because it's such an interesting and fascinating topic.
Although I have a plethora amount of food memories, I find the most powerful one is not a food memory but came full on while in a coffee shop. I got my coffee but had to pass through the queue to get a serviette. A middle aged women made an opening for me and as I passed through I blurted out, "You smell like my mother!" I immediately apologised for the outburst and explained that her perfume was exactly like my mothers, 'White Shoulders.' This kind women was not offended and did confirm that ,indeed, it was that brand. My mother used this perfume her entire adult life. The smell brough back a deluge of memories from childhood to her passing a year earlier when I came across her perfume while cleaning her apartment. Thank you both for bringing this topic to the surface. While watching I was transported to my grandmothers kitchens and my Great Aunts kitchen at their boarding house which supplied meals for the wall paper mill workers.
I think tedynamic between the two of you is just great!
Jim’s comments really hit home. My memories are very strongly linked to my sense of smell - not just to food, but (as he says) the forest, the lake, the ocean. “Transported” is also the right word - the smell of molasses cookies and I’m ten years old, in my grandmother’s kitchen. Great episode.
Food that brings memories - Chicken Paprikash. Palacinta (hungarian crepes) Sauteed Red Cabbage with Apples. Those all take me to Mom's Kitchen. Pasta Arrabiato always takes me to a local Italian Restaurant in Lyndhurst, Ohio,. My late husband always order that, every single time. Pizza from Rene's, right across the street from our house. We had it every Friday night while we watched Ghoulardi and spooky movies. There are so many more.
Ghoulardi! That brings me back. Turn blue!
❤Tara and the Yeast❤
As soon as Tara talked about the smell of yeast, I was a kid again, remembering my Dad (who was a Baker by trade). He always had that smell on his hands and arms when he got home from work! I’m 67 and it JUST now reminded me! I do bake bread, and I’ve often said that it’s a talent I get from my Dad. My Mom was an excellent cook, but my Dad was strictly a Baker.
Thank you so much!
My grandmother’s toast from homemade bread made on a wood fire stove, along with her bacon and fried egg. And later in life when my friend took me out to a dim sum restaurant and the first bite of a pot sticker. Heaven. As well, my grandmother made a bread she served with sausage and cheese that she called kuchen. It had a cinnamon sugar topping. There was no written recipe so when I was nearing sixty I asked her to help me from the other realms to recreate her recipe and my brothers tell me it tastes just like hers.😊
I commented on your chicken parm video that after I made it and I came back into the house later the smell reminded me of my childhood friend's home His mother was an amazing cook and their house always smelled so good Its absolutely a fact that food smells unlock memories Also I should add that watching your video convinced me to make the chicken parm which I never would have attempted so thank you
BLT sandwich. 70 years ago my grandmother would make me a BLT with a fried egg on it. Homemade bread was used with bread in the oven. Those smells are forever etched in my mind.
aways look forward to these
I totally agree about Tara's podcast voice! It comes across as intelligent yet soothing. :)
I love the ponytail!! Bring it back! 😁
Also, love to hear you’re working on a cookbook, I will definitely be getting it when it comes out - your recipes are like preserving much of my own family’s “recipes.”
This podcast was great, you two make a pretty good team🤩 keep it up!
When my wife and I moved to the Kansas City area, the KC Masterpiece restaurant was closing in Overland Park Kansas. Unfortunately we never had a chance to eat there.
It is not only smell and taste, but peeling shells off of shrimp remind me of making Ciopino with my mother, sister, cousins and aunts for large family gatherings before Christmas. I make my mother’s homemade BBQ sauce recipe and the taste of it on grilled chicken brings back pictures of summer gatherings
Gosh….I remember my mom making homemade bread. I can still picture in my mind the kitchen and my mom smacking the bread after forming it for the loaf pan!😄. I loved that smell of yeast then and now when I make pizza dough! Jim…I love seeing the smile and twinkle in your eyes during this video❣️😊
Wonderful episode. Thanks for sharing your memories.
Loved this episode! This has to be my favorite so far.
Really enjoy listening to your podcast and videos. Look forward to more!
Very interesting subject. The aroma when walking into a real Italian Deli takes me back to shopping with Nonna. I never get to experience that now where I live. Crazy I know, but I really miss it.
Another nice conversation guys. We enjoy them every time. As for food memories, I have one from the '50s for fresh, homemade lemon ices (and other fresh flavors) from the Italian neighborhood on the Lower East Side where I grew up and went to grammar school. As for those heros you talked about, I couldn't even afford a NY slice that my other classmates were having for lunch back then and I can't tell you when I had my first Italian hero. My first slice (other than the pizza my mom used to make with Bisquick and sharp cheddar in addition to the mozz) was in High School up on 86th St., and I do remember prosciutt' and provolone heros from a long gone Italian shop (Trinacria in midtown) in the '80s when I worked near there. If you've never been there, I recommend highly the heros from Lioni's in Bensonhurst which are the best I've ever had (mine is the #106, the Lou Costello) and the variety has always been amazing. Thanks again for this video, will share it in a minute.
Tara here - I love Lioni's and used to order from them when I worked in Brooklyn many years ago. I think mine was the Paul Malignaggi but can't remember for sure. I know it had the fresh mozzarealla, prosciutto, and basil mix. Thanks for reminding me!
There weren't that many with prosciutt' that I recall, but the 106 has provolone along with the mozz and the basil sauce and peppers. I'll have to check my menu here. Thanks again for your videos/podcasts, we love to watch and listen. @@SipandFeastPodcast
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Its almost like trying to capture a dream after you wake up & sometimes you’ll get kinda like a déjà vu back to that dream, but food memories are even stronger if you get it just right -that’s the key though, you have to come across those exact flavors, that food.
There’s one that I don’t think I’ll be able to truly ever get, which was my fraternal grandmother’s sauce & meatballs. I have absolutely no idea how she made them. They were completely different from my mother & her mother’s style of meatballs; unfortunately my mother never tried to replicate them, bc ofc that was *her* way of making meatballs, *not* my mother’s😂!
My brother & I will occasionally still mention them & how special they were -of which we were allowed only two per visit, after church 😂 which was like culinary torture!
The taste that takes me back is fresh home churned butter.
Did you see the recent, satirical booking photo of the guy who went around with scissors cutting the knots of hair buns on men? Smiling ear to ear and made me smile, too. That is something on my bucket list that I will never do in reality.
Luv this ep!
I had to do another comment…
Italian Ice. Lily with Nuts
Kind of vanilla-y with pistachios! So good.
Funny I still remember this Swiss chard I had at Greek restaurant and that I ask you for a Swiss chard vid.
My 3 biggest food memories are my mom's BBQ sauce (very tangy and mustardy), my mom's chocolate chip cookies, and my grandma's oatmeal raisin cookies. Ohhhh and Grape Nuts cereal haha, pretty sure we were the only 6 year olds eating that stuff 😅
The flannels keep on coming ❤😂❤
Add Epsom salt to your bath to get rid of the eye twitch. You may have a dearth of magnesium.
For me it's food smell memories first. For example as a kid I loved Pizza Hut. These days if I smell it, it brings me right back. It smells the same, but tastes like complete garbage to me now. Another one is Liver and onions frying reminds me of my grandmas house when I was younger...but to this day I've never tried it nor do I plan to. I like the smell though. I don't think anyone really even eats liver and onions anymore. Fine by me because gross, but man I love the smell of it cooking.
Liver and onions were a treat growing up in NE Ohio. Thanks for the memory!
Tight budget in inflationary 1970s and we only had KFC once a year when Jack Harper would bring it to the church picnic. Also remember the Colonel's lemony wet naps.
Just a first take five minutes in. We know that we humans consciously use only 10% of our brain capacity (if that). The entire brain, however, is active all the time, waking and sleeping. It should be no wonder that memories of anything, not just food related, but of anything, would have a play on our emotions and our reactions to things and events. Over the years I've become aware of this, and I always allow my brain to do much of the work involved in decision making (including cooking as far as what to make, what to use and how to do it). We often refer to that as instinct, but the brain is a main actor in our recognition and response. And now on to the remaining 45 minutes.