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If you read only one thing this week (other than Field & Stream), read this story from Richard Rodriguez at Saveur magazine. Richard’s heartfelt article recounts the memory of his father’s refried beans and how those flavors represent not only the history of the man, but the history of the Rodriguez family.

Thanksgiving, more than any other occasion, is a celebration of food, family, and friends. It’s a great time to be thankful for the food that’s sustenance for your soul, the food that makes you who you are as a person.

For me, it’s the taste of radishes the way my Grandpa Draper ate them–smothered in butter. A finger dragged through the sweet frosting of yet another wedding cake my Grandma Richards baked for local soon-to-be newlyweds. The scrambled egg sandwiches on soft white bread slathered in mayo Dad made for us in the cold steel goose pit. There are hundreds of others, of course, but those are the ones that come floating back to me when least expected.

What are some of your favorite soul foods, the ones that flood the mind when some forgotten scent or taste trips your memory? I’d love to hear them.