I’m a wife, mother, and grandmother who loves to cook. My memories of the kitchen go back as far as age 3. I practically lived in my grandmother’s kitchen. Watching her cook, with my nose in the air trying to catch all the wonderful aromas floating around in the tiny room. Back then as a child a coat closet can seem large. Sometime later I visited as a teenager and couldn’t believe how we all fit in there.

I also got to help out in my parent’s restaurant when I was 12; both my parents are accomplished in the kitchen. I can remember folks would drive from towns an hour or so away just to have their gastronomical fix. It’s there where my love for cooking was born. But growing up in my house no one under the age of 13 was allowed near the stove or oven without proper supervision. I was so anxious to experiment with recipes. Unfortunately, when you have adult supervision you have adult input. Trying to experiment was not an easy task.