[scohesc]

I swear there's something special about the cooking that isn't anything to do with skill and knowledge.

Sometimes it's the person who bakes is what makes food extra special.

My grandmother would always be the one to make fancy prepared sandwiches with all kinds of fillings, for all kinds of events - birthdays, anniversaries, church events, funerals... - when she passed a couple decades ago, something unseen and unspoken changed. Even though we try to keep family traditions around, things just don't feel quite the same as they once did.

[pempem]

I think thats possible but also I felt it dismissive when I read it. Much like the seemingly frustrated post about simmering and not having a degree definition of simmer, your grandmother likely spent a lot of time developing skill and knowledge not in a linear fashion like you do in a class room but in a self apprenticed fashion, like you do at work.

Watching, trying, failing, trying again and taking many mental notes, some written notes but written not for a stranger to simply pick up and do, but for someone who is in the flow of learning.

The reason it likely doesn't feel the same is the time, effort, and knowledge. Purely focused on this process of making. Most of us now have split time, fractured against a lot of things.

I say this as someone who has watched her grandmother cook, her mother cook, and now finds her own time quickly diminishing. Making all of the items from scratch seems like an impossible feat given the limited amount of time and access to all the right goods.

[Xeyz0r]

The person behind the food, their love, care, and the memories associated with their cooking. Do not know why but i'm tearing up a little. Just miss my grandma