Remembering My Father Through the Foods He Loved

We can learn so much about a person from the foods they loved

My dad and me. photo by Christine Schoenwald

My father is tending to the ginger root. Carefully, he trims and grates it. Then he slices cloves of garlic until they are the tiniest slivers of flavor. The broccoli has been rinsed, chopped, and patiently waits for its dip into the sizzling oil. Afterward, it will be quickly…