Thanks for joining me on my food blogging journey!
One of the best ways to express love is through shared meals; making memories cooking together, drinking wine, laughing in the kitchen. When I think of home, I think of my Mother, wearing her apron holding a glass of chardonnay, the smell of garlic roasting and butter sizzling in the pan, with some Led Zeppelin playing in the background. I think of my Grandmother making oatmeal raisin cookies and asking me to lick her finger to taste the batter to make sure it is just right. I think of my Granddaddy, cleaning fish after a long day on the water, that sweet smell of saltwater and sea, then frying up the catch of the day in stone ground cornmeal as a family. I think of my Uncle Bobby’s ranch, the smell of burning mesquite wood and charcoal, about to eat a well-deserved steak and baked potato dinner after spending the whole day hunting for the buck of the season. The smell of Mexican vanilla from the bourbon pecan pies for our holiday dinner, the smell of sage from my Mother’s famous cornbread dressing, and cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning. Returning home from college late the night before and being awakened by the smell of my Mother making sausage gravy, buttermilk biscuits, and fresh brewed coffee. Home is not a destination, home is your family, and the love they share through nourishment and comfort. I cook because I love. I love to share meals with those I that I love deeply. I can’t wait to share the recipes that I grew up with, some that I’ve learned over the years, and some of my very own. Happy Cooking!