![]() ![]() I never knew how rare it was to sit down with your family at a table and break bread until I joined others for dinner and found that they had no sort of formal dining situation. We had fights at the table, we laughed, we cried, we made some big decisions at those tables and during those meals. Dinner was our time to share our days and to be a family. If one of us couldn’t take a break from the tv or video games the rest of the family would impatiently yell for that person to get their butt downstairs. Of course there were some occasions when we gathered in front of a tv while we ate but there had to be something really important on like the Steelers in the Superbowl or a movie that had us hooked and unable to press pause. My family of six always ate dinner at the dinner table. The one thing that keeps bringing me back is the dinner table. These are all moments that helped get me to where I am today. ![]() I recall dining experiences that left a lasting memory and taste, and the times I created something in the kitchen without once looking at a recipe (I was embarrassingly proud of myself). I have been thinking a lot about why food is so exciting to me. While the idea to make this recipe was inspired by the event and has some french connections (as most things New Orleanians do) this post is really about becoming a part of our family. Let me just stop now and tell you that this post has nothing to do with Bastille Day, in fact this post has nothing to with anything French. My parents were hosting a Bastille Day party and of course we could not miss it. This past weekend the hubby and I headed up to Pittsburgh. ![]()
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