I got married when I was 26 and quickly found myself in the kitchen of our new home thinking, “What now?” I had been given some cookbooks as wedding gifts, but their size overwhelmed me and this was before the age of iPhones and iPads (I distinctly remember using my Razor phone in that kitchen to call my sister for help). It was time to tie up my apron strings and create something that would make this handsome and hungry man glad that he married me. Thankfully he was fresh out of college and had been surviving on Hamburger Helper, so anything I home made was wonderful and delicious. The fact that I didn’t pour a box of this and a packet of that into a skillet made me some kind of chef in his beautiful blue eyes and it gave me the confidence to be creative in the kitchen.
I always had a passion for ingredients. I was a part of an organic produce co-op to save money and truly believed that a meal should be both nourishing to the body and the soul. I wanted my man to feel good and look good and knew that we would soon have children around our large dining table, since we got pregnant with our first son almost immediately.
We now have 4 kids and anyone who has children knows that they can be the most brutally honest critics. They can also shower on praise that brings tears to my eyes. I remember the day my son said, “Mama, this should he in a restaurant!” It was a Cobb salad. I was delighted that he was chomping away at a plate full of colorful veggies, but absolutely flattered by his comment. Usually, I get a thumbs up from him while he is still chewing.
I hope you enjoy my food and my family as I share the stories that inspire me to keep on cookin’.