Beautiful post, Kim. This was such a great followup to your previous post about your mom and the aprons she made for you. I love how each parent has contributed something to your culinary path and that you’re able to honor and remember them through that aspect of your life. Sending lots of hugs 💕
Love how being in the moment and keeping the memories alive with so much detail also keeps our loved ones alive. Your gifts of words connects us all. We’ve all loved, lost and commune together surrounded by food that fills the body and soul!
I miss your dad too, thank you allowing us all to know him better❣️
Gorgeously written and touching. Thank you for sharing these intimate memories of your dad with us. Also, when are you going to tell us more about your travels and culinary training in Europe??
Kim, I think this is my new favorite of yours... truly. I've got tears in my eyes after reading this through. I feel like I know your dad, and could sit and enjoy a meal with him :) The way you shared about those painful times mixed with the joy of your shared love... it's so beautiful and well done.
Beautiful, touching post. I lost my dad five years ago and miss him every single day! Often think about meals we shared. Thanks for this touching tribute and giving me a moment to think about my own father!
What a beautiful post, Kim. Truly. The way food and relationships and memories have weaved through your life is magical. So grateful that you're sharing them with everyone.
ps. my father-in-law has often spoken of the shingle-based delicacy of which you write (he served in Vietnam)...I thought he was exaggerating. Apparently not. :)
Awe. Sending hugs. I can't believe he's been gone that long. I will always remember our trips to Cracker Barrel with Dad when he came to visit us in Nashville.
You write so well, and evoke such feeling x
Oh, Angie, thank you so much.
Beautiful post, Kim. This was such a great followup to your previous post about your mom and the aprons she made for you. I love how each parent has contributed something to your culinary path and that you’re able to honor and remember them through that aspect of your life. Sending lots of hugs 💕
Beautiful memories and beautifully written. Thank you for sharing xx
Love how being in the moment and keeping the memories alive with so much detail also keeps our loved ones alive. Your gifts of words connects us all. We’ve all loved, lost and commune together surrounded by food that fills the body and soul!
I miss your dad too, thank you allowing us all to know him better❣️
Gorgeously written and touching. Thank you for sharing these intimate memories of your dad with us. Also, when are you going to tell us more about your travels and culinary training in Europe??
Such a great tribute to your dad. Though I never met him, I now feel like I know him. Sending lots of love your way 💕
Kim, I think this is my new favorite of yours... truly. I've got tears in my eyes after reading this through. I feel like I know your dad, and could sit and enjoy a meal with him :) The way you shared about those painful times mixed with the joy of your shared love... it's so beautiful and well done.
Thank you, Corinne.
Beautiful, touching post. I lost my dad five years ago and miss him every single day! Often think about meals we shared. Thanks for this touching tribute and giving me a moment to think about my own father!
Oh, thank you so much!❤️
What a beautiful post, Kim. Truly. The way food and relationships and memories have weaved through your life is magical. So grateful that you're sharing them with everyone.
Thank you so much, Gina.❤️
Never got to meet him, but felt like I knew him after Gregg’s eulogy. Lovely memories…
I came across that eulogy while writing this issue. That Gregg. He's something else, isn't he?
Sending you all the love....and then more. xoxox
ps. my father-in-law has often spoken of the shingle-based delicacy of which you write (he served in Vietnam)...I thought he was exaggerating. Apparently not. :)
Thank you for all the love, Mel. xoxo
(LOLOL...yes, apparently, not!)
Awe. Sending hugs. I can't believe he's been gone that long. I will always remember our trips to Cracker Barrel with Dad when he came to visit us in Nashville.
My memories of Dad are intertwined with film and cars and road trips and FOOD.
He always just wanted us to have a good time, didn't he?