Taste of growing up

Last weekend was my turn to cook. My turn, because luckily for us, in the community, we take turns to cook. It is much easier than being a mother who needs to think about what’s for dinner every single day of the year. For us, it is not as intense. Last Sunday I made a simple dish: pork mince balls + veggies and potatoes. Those who ate it seemed to enjoy it. As usual, sisters asked: “What’s the name of the dish?” It really doesn’t have a name, but why not to make it up, so I said: Meatballs ala Grace’s mum. And they were. Somehow, this recipe reminded me about my growing up in Poland and the way I remember my mum making a similar dish. It is very simple, but tasty and satisfying. It is amazing how deep are the memories of our life: both positive and negative. For me this cooking brought memories of simplicity of life when I was growing up and realisation my world, which was then stress-free was not the same for my parents who worked hard to make a living, to provide my sister and I and to make us happy. Those memories lead me to gratefulness for my parents for everything they did for us.

Don't forget to visit the recipe page for Pork Meatballs.