LAUREL GREENFIELD ART

Laurel with artichoke painting

I'm Laurel, a food-obsessed painter living in Boston and my mission is to capture and celebrate our most treasured food memories.

So why food?

The short answer is, because it's always been about food.

In my family, everything revolves around food and as far back as I can remember, all of my most treasured memories include food. I was born in Atlanta and when I was really little, my dad and I would spend time together every Sunday by going to Waffle House just the two of us to sit at "the high counter" and eat scrambled eggs, hash browns (scattered and chunked), and chewy bacon (chewy. not crispy)

As I got older we started watching Emeril on Food Network and later became obsessed with Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives, often altering family trips to squeeze in some great place Guy had visited on TV.

We ate dinner around the table almost every night with my parents, brother, sister, and I sitting in our designated spots every time. At the beginning of every meal we played "High Low," where each of us took turns sharing the best and worst parts of our day as a way to check in with each other.

I guess I learned from an early age that the best way to spend quality time with someone was by sharing a meal with them.

Food, specifically dessert, has also played a comforting role for my family and myself. I come from a long line of people with highly overactive sweet tooths (sweet teeth?). I have seen my grandfather and two great aunts go to town on a Baskin Robbins ice cream cake armed just with spoons and no plates more times than I can count on one hand.

When my family moved from Atlanta to Poughkeepsie New York when I was 12, I distinctly remember one of our first nights in our new town. Our new house wasn't quite move-in-ready yet and we were staying at a little dog-friendly motel nearby. There was a Friendly's down the road and we decided to go there for dinner. After we ate, the five of us shared a giant ice cream sundae full of hot fudge, peanut butter, and whipped cream. In my head this thing was the size of a giant fish bowl. Looking back, I'm sure it wasn't that big, but it sticks with me because in that moment we were sharing something so special and delicious and it didn't matter that we had just left our entire lives behind us to move somewhere new. We had ice cream and we had each other and I kind of knew that it was going to be ok.

As I got older and my love of food kept growing, I turned to painting it as a way to preserve memories of meals past. The food was gone and the memory of it only lived in my mind. The best way to capture it in a tangible way was to put it on canvas.

So. I am so excited to share more food stories with you as this site grows and evolves. I am also equally excited to bring YOUR food memories to life in a way you can cherish forever.