Food is something we all enjoy. It contains the essentials to sustaining life such as nutrients, fat and protein. But food also contains memories. Certain smells and tastes can take us back to memories that have been held on to by your brain. Food creates bonds with experiences you've had, good or bad. Me personally, whenever I smell really smoky BBQ, I remember February 2nd 2014, Superbowl 48. It was Denver versus Seattle and me and my brother were in the back yard, hours before any of our guests showed, up making preparations for the food we were about make. I was doing the final cleaning of the grill as my brother was getting his array of seasonings ready. The smell of the mesquite wood chips, the seasonings my brother diligently applied to every cut of meat, and not to be forgotten, my mother, preparing the traditional vegetarian Indian dishes to accommodate everyone, all of these smells and sights come to mind when I smell barbecue. It has been engraved in my brain to relate the smell with these fond memories. Food can build everlasting moments. In my family, where the generation before me originated from India and moved to have all their kids here in the states, food helps tie our two or even three generations together. My cousins and I, although we love traditional cooking, we also appreciate the many styles of food we are surrounded by growing up in America. My parents or in other words the generation before mine, grew up with traditional Indian meals for most of their lives. Eventually, when I started getting older and preparing meals myself, I introduced them to more American food. The food we eat has become a reflection of a mix of generations and cultures. 22-0, that was the score when every one of my family members lost interest in the game because quite honestly, Seattle was dominating Denver. That was when everyone turned their interest to the food my brother, my mother and several of my aunts helping her had prepared for them. By the end of the half time show the table was set and 30 people that were scattered around the living room and kitchen were now standing in line waiting to get a share of the food presented. I couldn't hand out plates fast enough. In no time at all, most of the ribs, chicken wings, and hot dogs along with a bevy of Indian style appetizers had vanished. A family sat in my living room. A family conversing about politics, both Indian and American, their worries, their goals and aspirations, all sharing a common meal. Food brought us together and made sure I remembered this day. I have had many moments with my family, but this one is the one I’m drawn too first simply because I remember the smell of the food that day. On that day I prepared food for my family out of love. It was a great day, even though the game was so boring because Peyton Manning and the Broncos lost 43 to 8.