From spicy pumpkin soup to caramelized banana ice cream, these culinary artists share the family stories – and cooking instructions – for some of their tastiest creations
by Maria C Hunt
Composite: Guardian design. Photographs: Rita Harper, Clay Williams, Ariadne Woods, and Sheilby Macena.
I lost my father rather suddenly last year, a day before Thanksgiving. I’m far from over it, but I take comfort in his favorite foods: vanilla ice cream with salted cashews, proper barbecued ribs, pizza made from scratch or his messy cast-iron skillet burgers that surpass anything in a restaurant.
For Black families, who often have much less material wealth, like real estate and bonds, to leave their offspring, the secrets behind a favorite recipe are elevated into an heirloom. And unlike stacks of cash or gleaming gold jewelry, there’s a living quality to a good family recipe.
Going through the steps of measuring the ingredients, mixing them and adding fire is a simple ritual that conjures the person who first shared that dish. Those aromas and flavors bring them to life again. And they take you back to a time when you felt so safe, special and connected as you ate together. You smile, and that empty space is filled, if just for a moment.
What tastes better than a meal seasoned with nostalgia? We asked five chefs to reflect and share a memory, and a dish that speaks to their past.
Photographs by Ariadne Woods
My childhood was very special for so many reasons when I think about where I came from, St. Anne Parish in Jamaica. I didn’t grow up eating burgers and fries. My grandfather was a fisherman, so what we ate at home was sardines and rice and peas and baked beans, sautéed tuna fish and rice. My mother, I’chelle, is very holistic. I didn’t grow up eating candy and my mother was a strict vegetarian.
One of the things that we ate a lot that brought my family together was curry chickpeas. We ate a lot of beans, a lot of legumes, and curry chickpeas with Irish potato, and green peppers and Blue Mountain curry and the pimento seeds and the country pepper or Scotch bonnet. Add the coconut milk with some salt and pepper and garlic powder and you got the best curry chickpeas. They served it over rice. We had rice and peas and curry almost every day of the week.
I ate a lot of savory foods growing up. When you eat Slutty Vegan, it’s a mix of sweet, spicy, salty, and tangy. That’s what the curry chickpeas did for me growing up. Ketchup made it sweet because you know Jamaicans put ketchup on everything. Everything I like to eat has all of those variables. I can make a mean curry chickpeas and I can do it really fast. That’s like my protein. It’s why I included a couple chickpea recipes in my book Eat Plants, B*tch.
Eating it makes me feel like I’m in Jamaica. It makes me feel like I’m growing up and being a kid in the house. Getting food like that reminds me of home. Food like that brings me a sort of nostalgia.
Like, I’m busy running the world and being the CEO and I have multimillion-dollar businesses and I’m doing all these things in the world, but I just want a warm, hot meal that makes me feel like family. And when I have those kinds of meals, it reminds me of the simplicity of life.
To have that feeling of home here now - and my mother lives with us - that is next level. It’s grounding. My children are vegan, so now they’re eating curry chickpeas. To see the cycle repeat itself: that feels really good.
Photographs by Clay Williams
I grew up in Coatesville, Pennsylvania. It’s very country. It’s like a suburb of Philadelphia but way out, almost an hour drive west of Philly. It’s a four-stoplight town. One strip on one side was Dairy Queen and in 10 minutes you’re to the steel mill.
We lived with my maternal grandmother, Pearl Browne. She was always home and worked in the garden and played old school gospel on the piano, which she played in church.
Waking up on a Saturday or Sunday, we didn't really have much to do so you could kind of wake up slowly and the first thing you’d smell was her fried potatoes. It’s one of the first recipes in my book Homage. It’s the simplest thing, but it reminds me of her and no one can make it like her. It’s basically potatoes and caramelized onions cooked on the stove with lard or bacon fat from that coffee can sitting on top of the stove. Maybe she had some herbs she would throw in - that made it a special treat.
What makes that stand out is the love that she had for us. And you know that she's downstairs, she has a full spread, this platter of those potatoes, toast and some eggs. She's happy, she's talking to you and filling you with her grandmotherly life experience, her knowledge or whatever it is she wanted to share that day. It’s that dish there that really makes it.
Serves four. From Homage: Recipes and Stories from an Amish Soul Food Kitchen (Chronicle Books, 2022)
What I remember most about it, as far as flavor is concerned, of course, it’s that smell, and the crispness of the potatoes, but also the salty ones that added the contrasts, and the carmelized onions in between. Every second or third bite was always special, you know? That's what I remember. It's more a feel-good meal than a tasty meal, although it was very tasty and delicious.
It taught me to always bring love to the table. Always cook with purpose. Now I make that for my loved ones because of how it made me feel. It’s like always paying respect, always remembering where you came from. It’s always so much deeper than the act of cooking.
Photographs by Rita Harper
When I was a little girl, I vividly remember my mum, Janice, making spicy pumpkin and coconut soup. The aroma of this soup gives me such amazing memories, and it takes me back home every time I smell ginger and lemongrass.
My family used lemongrass in a lot of dishes, and star anise, too. My mum would let me help her pick the ingredients from the garden and be her assistant when she was making the soup. I watched her make fresh coconut milk from freshly grated coconuts we get on the island. She would add lots of ginger, Scotch peppers, lemongrass all from the garden.
My father, Sir John George Melvin Compton, was the first prime minister of St Lucia, but he was also a farmer who grew coconuts and bananas and a lot of herbs. Our neighbor grew the best pumpkin, so we were lucky to have this incredible soup with beautiful layers made from ingredients all within arm’s reach.
Yields 8 main-course servings
My whole family cooked, and the kitchen was the most social part of our house. It would usually be my grandmother Phyllis, my mother, my aunt and my three sisters in the kitchen. My mum was a baker. My dad loved to cook, too, and he would make juices with a bunch of citrus, bananas, breadfruit and passionfruit. Sometimes he’d make a big pot of stew with pumpkin, peppers, beef and chicken. His secret ingredient was peanut butter, to give it a creamy richness.
I use coconut milk to add weight to this spicy soup. It’s still one of my favorite dishes today and I often put it on the menu as a special or do different variations with seafood, cauliflower and other fresh ingredients.
Photograph: Courtesy Devin Mc David.
I grew up in north-eastern Trinidad, in Sangre Grande. It was pretty much another city in Trinidad. I have two brothers and I’m the middle child. I was a very picky eater and I never really ate meat and would always eat around everything.
My mother, Lenor, likes to cook a lot so we were exposed to a lot of different flavors. She was very experimental, but she made sure that whatever she was preparing was nutritious, it was hearty and we wanted to eat more. It made us more open to trying new foods and new things.
My mom used to make us ice-cream every Sunday. Basically every single weekend, my cousins would come over. We had the old-school ice cream churner and we would put ice in and then we would be making ice-cream.
We had a porch outside and we would set up the ice-cream churn, which was a machine, but it’s all manual. My mother would have us all set up and get ready. We’d go get ice, she put salt around and we all took turns cranking the machine. This is what we all wanted, so we all took turns to make sure the ice-cream was done. We have more of a custard base, an egg custard. Most of the time we flavored it with whatever was in the area, so guava, passionfruit, mango and coconut. My mom would either buy cones from an ice-cream shop a few blocks away that made their own ice cream cones, or we got out little cups chilling in the fridge and everybody got a scoop of ice cream. That was our Sunday afternoon reward for being good and doing our homework on time.
Store in the freezer for up to two weeks. The bananas can also be heated to make a warm ice-cream topping.
Yield: 2lb, 10oz.
We did that for most of my childhood. It was always a happy place. Growing up, we lived comfortably. We were happy kids and our parents took care of us. Not a care in the world.
Things that I had when I was younger, flavors that are very tropical, definitely influenced the direction I go as a pastry chef. I’ve done a mandarin creamsicle that’s one of my favorite things because it always brought me back to my childhood. It’s very nostalgic. It gives you a little selfish satisfaction to know how to relate to a guest without using words.
Photographs by Sheilby Macena
An apple is such a modest, inexpensive and accessible fruit, and those are the values I grew up with as well. How I cook and what I love about cooking is making food accessible.
Apples always make me think of my paternal grandmother, Flora Holland. She was like the 13th of 14 kids and she had five kids herself. My dad was the oldest. I always remember her being so energetic and always making sure people had a little something to eat.
She loved making fried apples, as she called them. She’d take apple slices and sauté them in a skillet. We would have them for breakfast, lunch or even dinner as a condiment and sometimes in lieu of dessert. If we had a pork chop, we had some of that on the side. Or with cabbage. If we had eggs and grits and ham in the morning, there would be some apples to round it out.
She was from a small town outside Roanoke, Virginia, on rural farmland, and they also had a house with fruit trees and chickens and a garden.
Yield: 8 hand pies.
From California Soul: Recipes from a Culinary Journey West (Ten Speed Press, $26).
I just associate cooked apple flavor with her and that’s one of the reasons I created the apple cider syrup on waffles at Brown Sugar Kitchen.
I was often in the kitchen and very curious about what they were making.
She would cook them in a little leftover bacon fat, or butter, maybe, with some cinnamon and a little sugar. There was no waste. My grandmother was very frugal and resourceful and nurturing. It’s not like she had it easy. But she knew how to make a lot out of nothing, and make it taste delicious.
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