Without even knowing why, you’re remembering a family dinner from your childhood. Everyone laughing, your grandmother bringing out that one specific dish that always made your mouth water and your belly warm. Then you’re remembering when she made it for you when you were in college, or a birthday. You remember wanting to learn how to make it and sliding up next to her in the kitchen asking to help and watching her every move as she carefully pulled all of the ingredients together. You remember making it for the family after she passed away. The smiles and joy that showed up that night as everyone shared their memories.