Childhood Food Favourites
Our reporters look back at cherished foods from their childhoods that seep into memory.
Published on March 4, 2018.
Nesquik cereal was a Saturday special at my house growing up. It was the only day we were allowed to have it. My sister and I would wake up and run to my parents' bedroom yelling, “It’s Saturday, it’s Saturday!” We were excited because we knew what that meant.
Photo and text by Amy Simpson.
My mom has made the One Bowl Chocolate Cake recipe almost every year for my birthday – just as her mother did for her. My mom still has the pages of the old Garden Plain cook book where the recipe came from; the paper stained brown and splattered with batter from decades of baking this simple and delicious recipe.
Photo and text by Jolene Rudisuela.
Sweet and Sour Sauce. You know you can follow a recipe exactly and for some reason you just don’t have the magic touch to make it perfect. This is one of those recipes. I don’t know how she does it but it always turns out perfect. But when I do it, it looks like a runny mess. It’s just vinegar, pineapples with the juice and brown sugar. It’s the perfect combination of sweetness and sour that will make your mouth water.
Photo and text by Kate Paton.
Campfire Grilled Cheese. When I went camping near Fairmont, B.C., I would eat six campfire grilled cheese sandwiches every day. The secret is the cast-iron sandwich cooker, a luxury I thought every camper experienced. But to my dismay, when I brought one camping last year, my friend didn’t know what it was!
Text by Paul McAleer. Photo courtesy of Yvonne McAleer.
The smell of Fatayir, dough pies stuffed with meat, veggies or both, would bring comfort to my family without fail; specifically, spinach pies stimulated our senses and left us feeling fulfilled, carried away from uncertainty and stress with its zest, rich texture, aroma and how filling it was (despite the size). While I can't cook it, I immediately re-live better times when I smell it.
Made by folding spinach, parsley, various spices and lemon drops, this was the food that made me like what greens could do for me as a child.
Text by Omar Omar. Photo courtesy of PiX FiZ.
Wagon Wheels was a fun afternoon snack I would have as a child when I came home from school. To me they were like s’mores on the go!
Photo and text by Natalie Valleau.
Chili. My mother used to make us chili when I was younger. As a single parent, she didn't always have the time or money to cook from scratch so this was a fast and cheap way to make us a delicious dinner.
Photo and text by Amber McLinden.
Marmite, a salty, savoury spread made from yeast extract and spices, can be found in every Brit’s cupboard. My family has marmite on toast for any occasion — breakfast with a cup of tea, a quick snack before heading out and even days when you’re too sick to eat anything else. Our household is never without Marmite.
Photo and text by Polly Eason.
Grandma’s Soup. Everyone will say that their grandma is the best cook, but I will put my money down right now to say that mine is the best. Her signature dish: a hearty bowl of Nana Soup.
Living on a farm for her entire life, she had to make the best out of sometimes tough situations and the soup reflected her lifestyle. Every dinner, no matter what it was, was transformed into a filling soup the next day for lunch, which would bring in my grandfather from his long days out in the field. My mom adopted some of the recipes, the best being the chicken noodle soup. Nothing fancy is put into the recipe, but the sheer thickness of the soup leads to the odd food-baby and many afternoon naps.
Photo and text by William Cowan.
Coffee. I was five years old when my grandma gave me first cup of coffee. It was an early Saturday morning and she came walking into the living room handing me a miniature A&W root beer mug that was full of coffee.
Photo and text by Tawnya Plain Eagle.
Tomato, bacon and mayonnaise sandwiches. Far from a delicacy, tomato, bacon and mayonnaise sandwiches were standard in our household growing up. Although my dad was a professionally trained chef, these simple toasted delights were one of his perfected specialties.
Photo and text by Ashley King.
Pizza. Like most kids I was a picky eater, which looking back I think actually makes me a brat. But the one thing my parents could always get me to eat was pizza.
Photo and text by Mackenzie Jaquish.