Like, how my great-grandmother use to have the best {store bought!} ginger snap cookies in life. Just the thought of their deliciousness, I can now smell the aroma of lavender powered that always surrounded her, hear the creak in the step that led up to warmth of her home , and feel the softness of skin during her too small body's surprisingly strong hugs….
Great, now I miss my Gram…and am hungry for ginger snaps….
Anyways, the simple point I was trying to make, if I could attach myself to a dish that would provoke memories of warmth throughout the generations of my family, this would be the one.