Being apart of a generation who largely had traditions that go as far back as a Betty Crocker cookbook, how do we rebirth something that might be already lost? After some thought I clumsily took up the task grasping at the few lingering strands of the past to weave into my present hopes for something to someday take shape. I gave it my best shot- by making the oldest living relative I had one of his favorite foods, and making it again and again until he like it.