Posted: Jun 25, 2013 7:00 AM
 
For many of us, some of our strongest and most treasured family memories center around the kitchen and the comfort foods that connect us to them. Does your family have a secret dish that literally has no recipe? Kimberly Noe’s family does! Kimberly shares her story in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Food and Love. After years of watching her mom cook, she finally asks for those “recipes” and learns something besides how to cook a certain dish.

Written by Kimberly Noe, published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Food and Love

A recipe has no soul. You, as the cook, must bring soul to the recipe.
~ Thomas Keller

I’m four years old. ^ Mom is always busy working, but she pulls down the big heavy mixing bowls and chooses the huge yellow one. It’s a baking kind of day. She gets out the amber jar full of flour and lets me pack the brown sugar. My favorite part is when it all slides into the bowl in the shape of the little, copper measuring cup. She shows me how to carefully separate the eggshell so no pieces fall in. We make the best chocolate chip cookies. We eat a few chips together while we’re mixing them, and she makes half with no nuts just for me.

She teaches me that sugar is a wet ingredient and how to multiply fractions and that if you pull the mixer out of the batter before you turn it off, batter splatters everywhere.

I’m six. ^ Mom gets me up in the middle of every night and carries me to the car. It’s time to make the donuts. She lays me in a lawn chair in the back of the donut shop and covers me with her jacket before she gets to work with Dad. There, under her jacket and in the midst of all that hustle and bustle, I feel completely safe, secure and loved. I get up and try to talk customers into playing Candy Land with me before I catch the bus for school. I get to take donut holes for snack time. I’m everyone’s favorite snack-bringer.

I learn about friends and eighties music and that the way to anyone’s heart is through his or her stomach.

I’m seven. ^ Mom teaches me to scramble an egg and how to be careful with the gas when I light the burner. How to keep stirring so the eggs won’t stick and burn on the bottom. And not to use metal in a Teflon pan.

I learn to get up before my mom to make my own hot breakfast and watch the news, cause that’s what grown-ups do.

I learn to get up before my mom to make my own hot breakfast and watch the news, cause that’s what grown-ups do. And I learn that when I fall asleep in my chair, Mom will pick up my dishes and clean whatever mess I left in the kitchen without ever saying a word to me about it.

I’m ten.^ Mom takes me to the grocery store every day to get the ingredients for endless casseroles, meat loaves and fried chicken. I complain a lot. I learn about budgets, Green Stamps, and that all that stuff tastes better than I would ever let on.

I’m eighteen.^ I make my first solo fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, all from scratch of course, and I start a fire in the kitchen. My date offers to help from the living room, but I save the chicken and he’s none the wiser about the fire.

I learn that no matter how old and wise I get, my mom is never more than a phone call away when I realize I’m out of my depth. And, later, that they actually make mixes for things like mashed potatoes and gravy, but that that would be cheating and it probably wouldn’t taste as good anyway.

I’m twenty-eight. ^ For my birthday, I ask my mom to finally show me the trick to her famous pies for which there is no recipe. She shows me how to mix the ingredients for the crust, just as her mother showed her. She tells me that we’ll pre-bake these for cream pies but that you don’t do that for custard-style pies. We whip egg yolks and double-boil pudding for hours.

For my birthday, I ask my mom to finally show me the trick to her famous pies for which there is no recipe.

I learn that, regardless how detailed your notes, nothing can replace practice and an inherent knack, and that using my great-grandmother’s rolling pin, my maternal grandmother’s recipes and my paternal grandmother’s pie pan while cooking with my mom creates a feeling of connection I can’t explain.

I’m thirty.^ I finally pin my mom down on her homemade dressing and giblet gravy. Like the pies, she learned from her mother, and there is no recipe. She can’t tell me any specific measurements, but she can go on forever with that dreamy look in her eyes about how special it was for her mother to impart to her these same skills.

I learn that I really can pull together an entire holiday meal.

I’m thirty-one.^ I’m standing in my mother’s kitchen with her and my sister, my memories so thick I can hardly breathe. I’m helping her weed through a lifetime of collected utensils and appliances for their imminent downsize. Throw that away, sell this, keep that. Yes, sell all the new-fangled, modern plastic stuff. But I will never part with those multi-colored glass mixing bowls, the copper measuring cups, the old pie plates and baking dishes and cookie jars from my childhood in the kitchen. With my mom.

I learn that sooner or later, we all have to let go of the things, because the memories are now a part of who we are. But I also learn why my mom was always so happy in the kitchen. With her mom.

And now, no matter what happens, I’ve learned that my mom will always be with me in mine.

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We savor every bite, every moment, and every delicious memory when love is the main ingredient. Do you have any special memories in the kitchen or special foods that remind you of home and family? Be sure to keep checking back on www.chickensoup.com to find out when the new Chicken Soup for the Soul Comfort Food line will be hitting the shelves near you!

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