Thirsty Thursday and Hungry Hearts #103
Welcome to Thirsty Thursday and Hungry Hearts, an original weekly meme hosted here at (un)Conventional Bookviews. So many of the books I read have food or drinks in them, some I’d love to try, and others I’d never ever want to taste… and I thought it could be interesting and fun to share some food and / or drink quotes… If you want to participate, you can grab my logo if you’d like, or you can make your own, but please link back to me in your own post.
The idea of Thirsty Thursday and Hungry Hearts is to share a quote with food or drinks that showed up in a recent read, as well as if it’s something you think you’d like or not. Please share the title of the book it happened in, as well as the character who ate or drank the special little something you discovered between the pages of a good read. Please link up beneath, and visit other bloggers who are participating in Thirsty Thursday and Hungry Hearts as well.
My hungry hearts quote this week is from Kristen Ashley’s Sweet Dreams, and it encompasses some of the reasons why I love both to prepare food and to eat it 😉 It’s quite long, but so, so worth it!
My Hungry Hearts quote:
“Gramps, that’s Mom’s father, he’s the mustard glaze guru,” I informed him. Tate didn’t reply so I went on. “It was his farm that became Dad’s. He had only girls. Three of them. Dad studied agriculture at school. his folks owned a farm too, but it was smaller and he was the second of two sons. My uncle George got that farm.” Tate remained silent so I went on. “Dad took over Gramp’s farm. We all lived there together, all my life, until I left and, after that, Grams and Gramps passed away. It was okay though, us being together, because it was a big house and it made us a big family.”
Tate still didn’t speak, didn’t start sharing his own stories so I continued.
“mom’s mom, Grams, she made great chocolate chip cookies. The best,” I stated. “She used to refrigerate the dough between making it and baking it. I don’t know what this did but it made her cookies killer.”
Tate watched me and made not a noise.
“Dad’s dad, he was master at the grill. He could grill an amazing steak,” I continued.
Tate’s lips twitched but he remained quiet.
“Dad’s mom,” I blathered on. “She was Polish and she could cook. I mean she could cook. She made these cookies, like crescent rolls but in cookie form with lots of cinnamon and sugar and butter and the dough was made with sour cream so they were rich and she sifted powdered sugar on them. She made them every Christmas and I always went over to help. She let me brush the melted butter on the rolled out dough and sprinkle the cinnamon and sugar on and she let me sift the powdered sugar on top.”
Finally, Tate spoke.
“All your memories come with food?” he asked.
“Dad makes the best cocktail sauce for shrimp you ever tasted. Carrie concocted this homemade macaroni and cheese that’s out of this world. And Mom got all the good of Grams and Gramma and put her own spin on it. Everything she makes will knock your socks off but her chocolate pecan pie is unbelievable.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Tate mumbled.
“Food is love,” I replied.
“No, babe, it ain’t. But makin’ it for the ones you love so they can brag about it is,” Tate returned.
He had a point.
Thanks for stopping by today, I look forward to reading your Thirsty Thursday and Hungry Hearts quote. Have a terrific Thursday and don’t forget to link up.