Photo of the day – Borscht! Nana would be proud.


Memory is powerful. When it comes to my nana, smells trigger memories of her. Tonight it was the smells coming from the pot on the stove. When I got home from work, my wife and baby greeted me. When I made my way close to the kitchen, I walked into my past! Em had made borscht…What a surprise!

Borscht has a special place in my heart. It always reminds me of my nana. My nana on my dad’s side was the best cook I ever met. She grew up in Poland and lived through the horrors of the 2nd World War. She could make a meal for 50 people like it was a dinner for 4. I looked up to her for how hard she worked and how she loved her family.

She knew my favourite soup was borscht. When I had a planned visit, she would go out of her way to make it for me. It always felt like a bowl of love.

Maybe it’s true that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, as I loved my wife a little bit more tonight…

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