I love food. I have been a caterer, a sous chef in an upscale California cuisne restaurant, and a kosher cook. I enjoy preparing big holiday meals for family and friends. But some foods stand out in my memory.
My absolute worst food memory is of my mother trying to make my brother and me eat liver. He and I would spend hours after dinner pushing pieces of liver around on the plate, making designs with the ketchup we had drowned it with in a vain attempt to make it palatable. My mother was absolutely convinced that we were just goofing off and that a sufficient number of threats (You're going to stay at that table until you eat that liver; if you don't eat it tonight you'll have it for breakfast tomorrow) would get us to eat it. It took several years for my mother to figure out that we really just hated liver, and she finally gave up.
My favorite food memory is the time I made a perfect angel food cake from scratch. I was about 7 or 8 years old. I have no idea why I decided to make angel food cake, but I found a recipe and showed it to my mother. She encouraged me to go ahead and make it. (My mother was thrilled whenever someone else wanted to cook!) I must have followed the recipe well, because it turned out perfectly. Then my mother explained to me how difficult it is to make angel food cake, because of the egg whites. I decided to stop while I was ahead, and I have never made another angel food cake from scratch. Why mess with perfection?
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