When I think of food, I think of my grandfather’s kitchen. It is always alive with the smell of onions and peppers and coffee. Every available surface is covered in pots and pans and spices, every chair is filled with friends and family. The kitchen has always been the heart of our home, because food is how we love on people.
As a military family, our kitchen remains at the center of our relationships. Food is how we bring strangers together.
I love cooking because it’s the act of creating life itself, while bringing people together. Thats a pretty holy and beautiful thing.
As far as a chef goes, I am a wanna-be. I use too much olive oil, and drink a little more wine than I should…it’s part of my creative process. I am super messy…it’s the bane of my husband’s existence. I wasn’t taught to cook with measuring spoons or timers. I go by smell and color and texture. While I love all day cooking events, I care to cook quickly on the average Tuesday, because thanks to COVID I’ve cooked at least 8,457 times this week alone.
As far as a recipe blogger goes, I always skip other peoples stories, and don’t want to write a novel about the meal before I give you the recipe. I want to get straight to the salt.