Food Memory

...when it comes to memories the ones about food are always the best! I grew up living in a home with both of my parents and my grandma. It was my grandma that cooked most of my meals for me when I was in grade school. Most times it was good country cooking but it when it came to roast beef it was just okay. She was used to cooking for my grandpa who liked his meat very well done.

I was about 12 or 13 and my parents were invited out to dinner with a close friend and being an only child I was often included in such outings. I was encouraged to order whatever I wanted and I had never tried prime rib. Well when it arrived on my plate all rare and delicious looking, i just dove in. I had never tasted anything so incredible in my life.  I could not believe it when they kept saying it is ‘roast beef’. After that experience, I never chose chicken over beef ever again (as long as rare was an option).

As much as I loved my grandma’s cooking and inherited a love for working in the kitchen from her (since it sure did not come from my mom) I spent a good portion of my life not caring for beef in all of its varieties till that one special dinner invitation that changed my gastronomic life. YAY for prime rib!