The smell reminds me of Christmas dinner: smokey ham, earthy carrots and potatoes, and a hint of black pepper.
The sound reminds me of family long gone: talking, laughing, and reminiscing.
The feel reminds me of the passing of time: stringy ham, creamy cubes of potatoes, dense rounds of carrots, smooth pieces of onion, and random bits of yellow split peas that did not cook down - all lovingly prepared by hand.
The taste reminds me of my mother: a Jewish woman who married outside her faith, refused to keep kosher, and learned to cook from her Polish in-laws.
The sight reminds me of my childhood home: where after every Christmas and Easter dinner we enjoyed this favorite meal.
About the Creator
Joyce O’Day
After retiring from teaching world history for over 20 years, I am living every day on holiday: enjoying life with my family, traveling, gardening, engaging with my community in Las Vegas, and reflecting on the current state of the world.
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