Since I was a child, food has played an important role in my life. I remember baking bread to earn beads in Campfire Girls, along with hobo dinners and pancake flipping contests by the campfire at summer camp.
When I was 12 or 13, I began cooking the evening meal in our home. Mom was working, Dad was complaining about how late dinner was, and I was bored, so I volunteered. I began by trying to replicate the meals I learned following my mother around the kitchen. I soon found myself consuming cookbooks much like someone would consume mystery or romance novels. I wanted to know about everything — different cultures, different flavors, different techniques. I found myself reading a recipe and imagining how it tasted and what I would do to make it “my own”.
Now I have a family and have begun creating my own food legacy to leave for my children and hopefully my grandchildren. It’s not so much about the food as it is the people you share it with and the memories it invokes. This is the journey I have embarked upon. Will you join me?