This is a tough one, because as a kid I have several favorite meals, from my dad buying me a happy meal from McDonalds, right after picking me up from school, to mom my making breakfast: pancakes with syrup, along with eggs, and bacon. One of my favorite foods wasn’t a meal, but part of the meal. It was only made once a year and only at Christmas when she would cook a dinner for the whole family, who would come over and eat. This special dish/dessert that she would make was a special cake and all of my family would go crazy about it. It was probably the one reason we would all go to her house to eat. We all wanted this cake, but before we could get cake, we first had to eat dinner. Dinner consisted of rice and beans, along with tamales which some where spicy. In Hispanic families it a tradition to make them during the Christmas holidays or if you didn’t have time, you would go buy them. Also for dinner was cooked ham and stuffing.
Since this was during the holidays it was great to seeing my cousin and opening our Christmas present that our grandmother got us. But the most exciting part was once everyone was done with dinner and had time for the food to go down, it was time to get this cake. No one in the family knew how she made this cake, but it had a mixture of ingredients, one of them being cake mix. By the end of the day that cake was gone. Today now that we kids are all grown up, we still go to her house every Christmas, not only to eat dinner, but to have this special cake.
Day Ten: Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)!
Today’s Prompt: Tell us something about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.
Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.
Today’s twist: Tell the story in your own distinct voice.