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…