When asked questions about childhood I often draw a blank. I’m mentally paralyzed as I search the dusty corners of my brain seeking to withdraw stories coated in details that reveal more about who I am today. I envy those that can paint vivid images of when they stood, just barely, on their sausage-like legs. They can seemingly make sense of every year of their life and beautifully illustrate how it informs of who they’ve become and anticipate who they are yet to be.
I can barely remember yesterday let alone the days when my permed hair was tangled into two little pig tails. But when a familiar taste from those days finds me then suddenly the surrounding details become more clear.
I remember gathering around our large oak table slightly off-set from the rest of the house, when mom had spent hours in the kitchen preparing a special dinner. I never liked seafood but salmon pie was another story. Perhaps it was the mashed potato filling and the buttery crust that made it bearable for me to choke down the fish that flecked the inside. Or it could have been the cream sauce made lightly sweet with chartreuse peas.
There is nostalgia over nachos as we had a date with them every Sunday night sitting down with a giant cheese-laden platter while watching America’s Funniest Home Videos followed by The Simpsons. I found comforte in fried tortillas and my family all around.
Taste triggers those memories of time with my family, of what season we were in while eating those meals and how sometimes it was just the meal itself that remained the constant while we all grew up in various forms.
With my own struggles to follow a recipe or make the same thing twice I worry that my kids won’t have repeated tastes to draw from but then, without consciousness, there seems to be flavors that mark our time. A dish that I can’t help but make again and again while the berries are fresh or while peas are at their sweetest. In the present we can grow weary of the same taste but I can’t bare to move on to another while the season produces perfection so briefly.
In this season we’ll recall sweet roasted strawberries buried into a buttery crust with cool whipped cream acting as a blanket filling the crevices. That taste will evoke memories of a potluck where neighbors gathered and the kids ran around us with swords and loud, happy voices. They’ll remember it as their sweet reward after working so hard to build their lemonade stand with promises of many cups of the sour/sweet themselves and sticky fingers counting the day’s profits.
We’ll also have the taste of a nutty, crisp cracker with pungent blue cheese and a bright, lightly spiced pickled peach. The kids may not remember this bite as much as just the crackers themselves but for me this taste will mark memories of a picnic that lasted nearly the whole day. Of a conversation with a new and not-as-new friend that left me feeling inspired, fulfilled and satisfied. Years later, when this taste evokes memory, I’ll laugh about nearly pummeling Lisa Fain (Homesick Texan) as I profusely thanked her for her pickled peaches that inspired this bite. It’s a taste of a Summer when the kids were young and we were tired but eager to soak in the sun and these precious days.
It’s one I’ll eat again and again for sealing in the memories of this season.
Beautifully written Ashley, I often have my most nostalgic moments when enjoying a meal. The pickled peaches are so intriguing!
Thanks Caitlin. I really think you’d LOVE the peaches.
Beautifully written and photographed, as always.
Ohh, I’ve been making this recipe from Julie for a few years now and it never fails to impress – me and my guests. Love your addition of cherries, as well as your pairings. Delish!
I’m loving all these flavors- the cherry and rosemary crackers, the blue cheese and walnut spread, and the pickled peaches. As a food blogger constantly trying new recipes, I find that it’s important to stop and take the time to make a few ritual meals each season. Wonderful post.
we watched Funniest Home Videos too!!! My dad still thinks it’s hilarious 🙂 It is not, but the sentiment is charming. All of this looks incredible. I never would have thought to prepare peaches as such, but I can’t wait to try it. Believe me, your kids will NOT forget your food. Mark my words.
Such beautiful photos of such delicious looking treats! I can remember my childhood clearly, but it’s funny that I’m the opposite of you & can’t really remember any particular treats that bring me back to a time in place during my childhood. I think it’s probably because I eat the same thing I ate then, that I do now.
Oh, I’ll have to try the cherry, rosemary crackers. they remind me of some spendy ones I sometimes induldge in. I have so many fond childhood memories, even non food ones.
At around 4 years almost 80% of the cells in our brain renew themselves, that’s why it’s so hard to remember things related to the first years of our lives. We have just glimpses of it.
There are some flavors, places, sounds that might bring back memories but they’re normally not very detailed.
Anyway, that walnut blue cheese spread sounds unbelievable, I’m gonna try it really soon!
that’s a gorgeous piece of writing, and gorgeous food too. I love the sound of the pickeld peaches and will hopefully be trying that (when peaches arrive, everything’s a bit later here in the uk). My childhood memories of food are often my best ones, I find myself returning to food that I’ve eaten as a kid.
I have never heard of pickled peaches.huh. Another well written post! That’s why I love photos they take me back to that moment and bring back so many memories that otherwise would have been lost. It’s a blessing to have food and photos to trigger our memories. It’s crazy how few things can trigger our memories but I suppose it’a good thing or we would constantly be having flash backs, that wouldn’t be distracting at all 😉 Thanks for getting me thinking early in the morning.
So well written and I relate 100% about tastes bringing back sensations from childhood. I have to tell you, I get so eager to read your posts when I see a new one, you put feelings beautifully into words coupled with great recipes, thank you!
Great post! I too struggle to retrieve childhood memories without the aid of sensory aids! I’d love to see a recipe for the salmon pie you mentioned, if you have one. It sounds unique and delicious!
Very beautifully written the memories part and so so true. 🙂
Pickled Peaces, hearing it first time. Lovely recipe.
Stunning! I can’t wait to try the pickled peaches and perhaps any other fruit I have laying around in my fridge.
Oh Ashley… every time I come over here, I leave with a smile on my face. This recipe is magical in every way.
Spicy pickled peaches?? You (and the Homesick Texan) are blowing my mind!
This looks soo yummy. I haven’t ventured into much pickling but I think peaches might be a good place to start. I don’t have strong skills at recalling tons of memories from when I was little but the ones I do have are vivid. For food, it was drinking milk in summer and that slightly different taste it takes on when it’s been sitting in a glass on the deck in the sun for a few minutes. 🙂
This post is wonderfully written. And both recipes sound so good. I had to google the crackers, now they seem like the thing to do and munch all day!
Ashley, I made these crackers (even bought white whole wheat flour!) and we will be making them again. Great recipe and beautiful photos – as usual. Thanks.
Can’t wait to try this, and I have peaches but they are not quite ripe. Would you only recommend this with ripe peaches? Under ripe ok? how under? Thanks for your help. Looooove your log, especially your Dating My Husband series. Essential stuff there.
Hi. Do you think I could use frozen peaches for this? I really want to make it for an event coming up, but we won’t have fresh peaches yet…