Food Lure

The art of cooking never changes, it's lure to us debates taste vs. smell, then it all rises up in memory like a colorful dream, one of art that has been raided by veterans of the old country..... My grandmothers never ceased to feed us, "eat!" they would scream, and their work worn hands would bring forth Polish and Ukrainian feasts of pierogi, borsch, babka, and love, blended into a holiday festivity that never disappointed, fresh from a sea of hand picked ingredients. New York City was our place of initiation to that congregation of food and loud, loud people who thrived on second helpings. I reincarnated this time just to be one of them.