What I love most about the holiday season, besides family coming together, is the food.  Growing up in a large family (the youngest of 8 children) the kitchen and meal times were an integral part of who we were, filled with tradition and love; where there was family, there was always good food.

A childhood memory that has had an impact on me as an adult was watching my parents work together to make flour tortillas (I’d help too). My Mother would mix the ingredients, knead the dough, and divid...