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When the memory of a dish haunts you and you can’t find<br />
anyone to make it for you. When the memorabilia of<br />
grandmother, aunt or uncle who made it for you is so<br />
blissful and you feel like you can reach out and touch them<br />
through the food they created with so much love and<br />
affection, but you haven’t’ got a clue as to how to make it.<br />
I come from Louisiana where food is pretty much the top of<br />
the priority list in day to day living. There are so many<br />
memories in my head that evolve around food and to try<br />
to find them, to make them happen the way I<br />
remembered them, often calls for a little reaching, begging,<br />
prodding and finally, I simply must channel the brilliance of<br />
my relatives cooking genius to discover just how they made<br />
that special food.<br />
In this issue I’m channeling my grandmother, who was<br />
Hispanic and made the most wonderful tamale pies. When<br />
I was pregnant for my son, I thought if I asked nicely, my<br />
mother would make me one, she not only denied my<br />
request, but she would not even try to give me the recipe.<br />
Once I got home I asked the only one I knew to help me