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With Valentine's approaching, I asked a few couples to tell me about a food with special meaning in their relationship. Sharing a Peanut Buster Parfait at Dairy Queen gave one of these couples a little pick-me-up on tough days, which is exactly what these heartening stories did for me.
The dish with special meaning in my home is pancakes. My partner Joe grew up in Vermont, and I grew up with a mom from Canada. Ergo, maple syrup. I love the syrup and I love the whole-grain pancakes I pour it on, but most of all I love the ritual of our Sunday breakfasts.
We share responsibilities: I make the pancakes, section the grapefruit and warm the syrup. Joe washes the dishes from the previous night's dinner, makes me coffee and gets the Sunday paper from the doorstep.
I'm usually wearing my pajamas. The cat is usually curled up in my seat at the table. Joe knows to warm the milk for my coffee and to use a big cup because I like a lot of coffee with pancakes. I know to hand him the comics first (even before he reads my stories). Of such pas de deux and small intimacies, love is made. Happy (not quite) Valentines Day.
Peggy Grodinsky, Food Editor
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Peggy Grodinsky has been the food editor at the Portland Press Herald since 2014. Previously, she was executive editor of Cook’s Country, a now-defunct national magazine that was published by America’s Test Kitchen. She spent several years in Texas as food editor at the Houston Chronicle, seven years at the James Beard Foundation in New York, and a (magical) year as a journalism fellow at the University of Hawaii.
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