The first time I remember something about food was when I was about 6 years old.
My mom had spent the day painting a very old picnic table. She had dropped it on her foot and broke her toe.
That evening, I walked into the kitchen and saw my DAD at the stove frying hamburgers in a pan. I had never seen a MAN cooking before in my life, and the thought of a man cooking had never crossed my mind! What a sight.
It's a memory I cherish and one of the few I have of my dad. I don't remember my dad cooking anything else. He passed away about a year later in a car accident.
What is your earliest food memory?
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