Ever since I can remember, cooking has always brought my mom and I closer. My mom Constance (or who I like to call my "whole foods mom") moved to Minneapolis, Minnesota right before I was born in 2009. An important value to her has always been food equity and making nourishing and sustainable food for others to enjoy. So, in 2014 after my dad and her separated, she started running a stand at our local farmers market for extra money. Every Thursday morning, the succulent smells of yeast and butter filled the corners of our house, preparing to sell her bread later that afternoon. When I was very young, my mom would let me punch down the risen dough. Then, when I got a little bit older she taught me how to make it. My item is the cookbook with her bread recipe inside. The cookbook is nothing fancy. It was originally an old journal her mom bought for her and my aunt when they went to California when they were sixteen. They never ended up using it so it was turned into a cookbook. The cover is a hard fabric with a flowery pattern, think your grandma's curtains. Inside is filled with some of my moms favorite recipes, including what I coined as "heaven bread." In the cover you can still find my moms childhood address with her and her sister's name. Although in hindsight my item may seem unimportant, it is a symbol of how hard times can turn into great memories. 

– Penelope

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