Food for Thought...
My love for food blossoms.
My "F" word is FOOD. It's a favorite word of mine. Food goes along with family, friends, and fun.
I grew up having the basics. Meat, potatoes, pasta, eggs and whatever we could pick out of the garden. Throughout my travels, food options were abundant. However, I remained steadfast to my basic roots. Friends and colleagues would try (very hard) to encourage me to try new foods. I hesitated to branch out with their ideas. One particular year my boss, at the time, gave me a new years resolution to try new foods. I accepted this resolution as a goal and a challenge. Over the course of the year, I think friends would agree that I did well even if it was "just one bite." Over the years, I have expanded this resolution to not only try new foods, but also cook new foods.
I'm excited to partner with Sue on this topic we love so much. She's my long time friend and I'm honored to be chosen to help with this adventure. I look forward to trying new and refine old recipes to share with you.
Food. It's a great word. Make a new food memory today.
Why Wonder...Why Not Just Give It A Try?
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| Mr. Pepper |
Looking back... I realize how important food has been in my life. Not just for its deliciousness and nourishment, but for the feelings that come from the gathering of community. Don't get me wrong, I'm one of those people who doesn't always delight in socializing. But I like people, and I like making things with my hands. I love giving people things I've made with those hands.
Since I can remember, my mom and dad have taken many turns hosting Gourmet Dinner Group in the upstairs dining room of their 1971 split-level home. When I was little, my mom would put me to bed, tuck me in, turn out the light, and go to her party upstairs. But... I couldn't resist those sounds... the warm voices laughing, telling stories... faux fur coats being taken and carefully brought to the master bedroom... forks lightly clanking on china... the muted undulating flow of beverages being poured... the smell of candles giving off their enchanting glows... and the hot, savory scents of the food. I would sit at the very bottom of the stairs (where no one could see me) for at least an hour and listen. A serene cozy comfort would descend and envelop me. I was in heaven. Secret, mischievous heaven.
Unfortunately, I did not inherit my mother's hostess skills. But I did inherit her zeal for serving others... especially food. Even more unfortunately (for my poor husband) I push off the Host responsibility onto my him every time I crave an audience for my cooking whims. There he is in the background facing off our friend Meredyth in an Iron Chef competition:
So, what better solution than to start a Food Blog? There's usually an audience for that sort of thing. People love food. And what a resurgence there has been of things homemade. I want to help! Ideas... recipes... But, I don't want to do this alone. So, longtime friend Stacy has agreed to give me an assist. She's really the cook in this relationship. Just looking at her food pics gave me that warm cozy feeling and made me want to have a food blog with her. So glad she's on board.
So, if you've happened by ... Welcome, Friend! Let's eat!!!
