The paring knife glides easily over the ripe peach, its orange and yellow skin spiraling down like autumn ribbons onto the counter. A soothing Mozart piano concerto plays in the background, the music seasoned with the aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg. Dipping my fingers into the pastry batter, there's a sense of continuity as I shape the soft dough into crumbles for my peach crisp.
This recipe, like so many others in my mother's tin box, is steeped in family tradition. As a child, I stood beside her at the farmer's market while she gently weighed the peaches like precious gems in her hands, checking for their ripeness. Once home, she'd peel and slice the fruit, tossing the velvety skins to me so I could snack on their sweet juiciness.
Listening to my mother hum to classical music on the radio as she cooked was the moment I felt most loved and secure, embraced by the predictability of her process.
I strive to recreate these same feelings in my own kitchen where I am the composer and director of a symphony of flavors created for my family. It's my happy place.
Cooking is a form of self-care that boosts my confidence and fulfills my need to please others.
Although my mother loved laboring over complicated recipes like Beef Wellington with Bordelaise, my palate has mellowed over time, deepening my appreciation for humble meals that feed the soul. Whether it's a simple casserole or a warm slice of pie, I feed on the satisfaction of preparing food and sharing it with others.
For this reason, dinner is my favorite hour; it's a time to gather with the family and discuss the day's events. I always feel so much love for them as they enjoy a meal I have prepared for them, that seems to comfort them, like one big hug.
The older recipes from my mother's tin box — some dating as far back as the early 1900s — confirm that my love of cooking has been passed down from generations of women in my family. Like my mother and all the mothers before her, we each found joy in the creative process and in serving appreciative families our creations.
I hope that the legacy of cooking ancestral recipes will follow with my adult children and their children. One day, a great-grandchild will take a first bite of peach crisp and taste the generations of love that went into the below recipe — the same way I did in my own mother's kitchen.
Our Family Peach Crisp
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Serves 4-6
4 cups sliced peaches
1/4 cup orange juice
1 cup sugar
3/4 cup flour
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 cup butter, softened
Dash of salt
Preheat oven to 375. Pour peaches (or apples) into a deep dish pie pan. Sprinkle with orange juice. Combine dry ingredients and cut in the butter with a pastry cutter until the mixture is crumbly. Scatter dough over the fruit. Bake for 45 minutes.
Mom's Beef Burgundy
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Serves 6
2 pounds round steak
3 tablespoons butter
1 large onion, diced
1 pound fresh mushrooms, sliced
2 celery stalks, diced
2 carrots, diced