The article reflects on the comfort and complexity associated with traditional foods like bacon, emphasizing how the smell and taste evoke deep family connections and cultural heritage. In a light-hearted yet poignant manner, it describes a personal experience involving an unusual family dish, hash, highlighting how familial bonds are strengthened through shared food experiences. The author explores the nuances of family dynamics and the peculiar ways relatives might perceive each other's preferences, revealing deeper insights into the ties that bind us to our upbringing and loved ones.
The comfort in the smell of bacon in the morning is mostly burning fat & salt, but the taste is sweet as the part of the pig that stores the soul.
If you don't bless it, it might choke you, Ma likes to say over the plates.
My definition of family includes the sense kinfolk know & think they know things about you, but only share these things with family members when you ain't in the room.
Last time I was home, my cousin offered me hash, a ground-up, boiled, antebellum mash of leftover hog-liver & lung, brain to snout & skull.
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