My identity as a young girl was intertwined with my mother's baking and cooking. She held great pride over her cooking and baking and would not sit down herself to enjoy the foods unless we said it was delicious, marvelous, great, the best we had ever eaten. Otherwise she would get upset and leave the kitchen and retire to the back porch with a cigarette. This instilled in me a need for being approved of by others, and a sense of perfectionism. So, thinking back, Hungarian pastries are the food that defined my childhood identity.
I hope this blesses your readers with some memories of their own!
-Author and Creator of the Superior Self series