Mitch Albom Quotes

Anyone who doesn't miss the past never had a mother.

They say that our sense of smell is one of the strongest triggers of memories. Of course, our sense of smell is integral to our sense of taste, so it is no surprise, then, that in a life full of moving and traveling, food has always been a source of familiar comfort for me.

Most of us have fond memories of food from our childhood. Whether it was our mom's homemade lasagna or a memorable chocolate birthday cake, food has a way of transporting us back to the past.

I have memories of my grandfather Kirkman making mashed potatoes that were so good because they tasted like a bowl of butter. I love my mom's brownies. My favorite thing about both of those recipes is that someone else made them for me.

Soup not only warms you and is easy to swallow and to digest, it also creates the illusion in the back of your mind that Mother is there.

I still love making hamburgers on the grill. I guess whenever I eat them childhood memories come up for me.

When my mother first passed away some time ago, I didn't enjoy food anymore. I just ate to live. My mother had always cooked so well that I didn't think I could follow her.

My mom's collard greens. No one else in the world can make them like hers. I'm not just saying that because she's my mom. She's got some Mississippi secret. I could seriously eat them every day.

The Olympia was a really special place for me as a kid. I saw Dad perform there so many times, so it means a lot.

I crave my mom's Sloppy Joes.

You know, nobody can ever cook as good as your mama.

In terms of foods for me, I think I have more of the usual associations - foods from childhood that I associate with care and love, from relatives or special restaurants like the kind elderly man who dusted seasoning salt on French fries at the corner burger joint.

My mother made soft polenta often, and as a child, I would watch her stir until she looked like her arm would fall off.

Nobody cooks anymore. To me, to watch your parents cook, and to have a house that smells warm and delicious, is a very vital memory that I think kids don't really have anymore.

You look at the Barefoot Contessa or Lydia Bastianich, and it's just like watching your mother cooking.

When I eat something like vegetable bibimbap, I get that warm and fuzzy feeling of eating stuff that I grew up with.

I love cooking. It's one of my favorite things to do. To share my parents' recipes that I grew up with is just something very special to me.

I think it's important to recall... what you remember your grandmother making, where you're from and the foods you enjoyed as a child yourself, and pass that information off to your kids.

I have many memories of waking up to eat breakfast that my mother carefully prepared for us and her saying, what do y'all want for lunch, and as we're eating lunch, what do y'all want for dinner? It's always about the next meal.

When I smell pho, I just automatically think of my mom. All these nostalgic feelings and memories come rushing through my head.

As a little girl, I remember always wanting my grandmother to make blackberry cobbler for me. I'm obsessed with it.

Cooking certain dishes, like roast pork, reminds me of my mother.

My mother made wonderful cheesecake. She loved cheesecake. She ate it every day of her life.

Cod and clementine is one of the things my grandmother cooked for my mum when she was a child. Never one for waste, she'd keep the peel whenever she had a clementine, and this dish puts it to work.

My grandmother used to make the most incredible chicken divan, and my mom has carried out that tradition. It's my comfort food. It's amazing how you can almost taste the memories with a dish like that! And the more leftovers, the better.