It began with mud pies at the swing set of my next door neighbor’s. You know how there’s a bare spot of dirt under each swing where your feet drag. It was the perfect slightly loose texture of dirt to scoop into colored aluminum foil pans, mix with a little water from a garden hose and decorate with grass clippings. I pretended to bake and then serve them to my imaginary family. I always asked for a play kitchen for Christmas.
My debut in a real kitchen was sitting on the counter and helping Daddy stir pancake batter on Saturday morning. Beyond playing with Barbie dolls or drawing with Crayons, I might suggest to my young friends, “Let’s cook something”. We concocted some really fine messes. Cooking was natural and in my DNA. Food and entertaining were frequent subjects in the home I was raised in.
I’ve always cooked but it was really after my youngest left for college that I cut it loose. I suddenly had the secret ingredient to the best food-time. I’ve discovered, it’s really all we have and how to use time is vital. Some meals take 30 minutes, some take days. It doesn’t matter, as long as they deliver good, satisfying nourishment. My husband has been a willing subject to the endless news, “We’re trying a new dish”. While a good many of my friends eased away or gladly retired from the kitchen, I took my cooking more seriously.
This project began as I collected my favorite recipes in my computer and looked for the best way to preserve and share them. Ah ha! The Blog. Considering how many blogs there are (millions and millions apparently), I consider this a bold step. Well here is mine. If timing is everything, I’m at a point in my life where it’s now or never. What am I waiting for? Food, like life, should be an adventure.