After school today I walked into my house right at dinner time.  My mother was cooking chicken francaise and the smell of the lemon and butter smacked me in the face.  I sat down at the table and ate with my family.  The aroma of food, sitting with my family, and eating brought back great memories of my grandmother and the daydreaming began.

      Freud spent a vast majority of his life interpreting dreams and how they are related to our desires.  My daydream today brought upon my desire for all the food my grandmother always cooked and our memories in the kitchen.  No matter what day or what time it was it always seeemed as if my grandmother was cooking.  Whether she was making homemade pizza, or her famous lasagna.  My grandmother would make different dishes and she would wait for my sister to come over so she could teach her.  Needless to say my sister did not learn much but I ate like a king.  I constantly got yelled at for eating the foods while they were cooking and somehow the fresh mozzarella always seemed to disappear.  I saw this video called cooking with nonna and it reminded me of the kitchen at my grandmothers.

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      Thinking back on the times with my grandmother made me very happy.  There are many things an Italian grandmother seems to do such as being extremely family oriented or hitting you with an object such as a shoe.“A field Guide to an Italian Grandmother” was written on sparknotes.com and I found this funny but true.   http://community.sparknotes.com/2011/06/23/a-field-guide-to-the-italian-grandmother  It states many things your Italian grandmother does for fun. The warmth is what reminded me of my grandmother.  The contributor on sparknotes stated “When you’re feeling down, their door is always open, beckoning you in with their soft hands.”  This daydream stemming from the smell of food brought back the great memories I have had.