Cynthia Kinnunen blogs about sharing stuff from your childhood with your kids
When I think about time spent with my grandparents during my childhood, I remember some pretty interesting things. Things that at the time meant nothing more than the regular stuff I’d get to do or see or hear when I visited them. Playing particular card games or music-related activities or sauna party nights. Your grandparents had wild sauna parties, too, right?
I find when I think back, many memories seem to be food-related. You know, those memories that you can smell and taste.
I think back to those particular – and often very, very simple – foods that were part of that connection with the family elders. They make me nostalgic and even a little {ahem} weepy sometimes. I’m not the only person who cries about food, am I?
