Jasmine rice, or any steamed rice, really, reminds me of my grandmother Diny.

She would steam pots full of rice in anticipation of an Indonesian dinner feast, cooking meat and vegetable dishes for days ahead of time for an Indonesian party. She loved it!
Even the smells of spices and sautéed onions and garlic takes me to childhood and the comfort and love I found around her table or just in her presence.

Engaging these memories and love motivates me in the moment to prepare a special meal for my own family — something savory and delicious, with conversations which encourage them and laughter to hearten their souls.
I know I’m not alone in my culinary memories. What food motivates you? Which foods return you to childhood?