Growing up I thought all “American” food was pretty gross. My mother would make these elaborate Korean dishes that would infuse our house with intense gastronomically delightful aromas. On the other hand when my Dad would cook everything came out of a can or a box. I’m pretty sure the only spices my Dad knows are salt and pepper.
I definitely have a better understanding and appreciation for American food now. Sometimes I still get the unexpected pleasure of a new to me but classic American dish. Such a treat was presented to me a few nights back when I got an invitation to stay for dinner after a very satisfying sewing session. My sewing mentor and friend Sioban made a meal of truly comforting food. Roast chicken, mashed potatoes and where have you been all my life creamed corn.
This is the lovely Sioban.
I love that this was clipped from the newspaper.
Not the prettiest belle at the ball but I still swooned.
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