Today Grandma will teach me Grandpa's favorite recipe Our ancestors teach us that there are memories in our meals There is magic in our cooking There is culture in our food
The kitchen is home to many smells each from a different season and each holding a different story Grandma and I start with the minoomin We pour the wild rice into the water
Within the rising steam I can see a story coming to life and the room changes around me I can smell the murkiness of the water I can hear the croaks of frogs under the summer sunset I feel grounded to the land when I smell the minoomin
