Monday, January 28, 2008

In the beginning there was food


I wish I could start by saying I have loved to cook for as long as I can remember. That I loved being in the kitchen with my mother making banana bread and cookies and she taught me every thing my grandmother taught her. I wish I could say I have grew up knowing I was suppose to be a chef.

The truth is I didn't learn to boil water until I went to college. I could make a crazy bowl of Kraft Mac & Cheese and an unbeatable Bagel Bites, but that's as far as my culinary skills took me. My grandmother was a German immigrant and her first job (of 15+ years) in the United States was being a live-in cook, unfortunately she didn't teach anyone her tricks of the the trade. My mother to this day does not enjoy being in a kitchen.

My love of food started in my early 20s when I asked for a crock pot and a blender for Christmas. I thought I was ready to cook after a couple episodes on the Food Network showed me cooking wasn't as challenging as I believed it to be and was less expensive than ordering Shakespeare's Pizza every night.

Since then, my curiosity for cooking has turned into a fiery passion. Most of my knowledge is self taught through culinary text books and cook books. I have taken some chef taught classes, but most importantly I've learned through trial and error.

I love to cook because it allows me to use my imagination to create delicious dishes I can share with others. Gathering around a kitchen table drinking wine and telling stories over a mouth watering meal is when I am happiest. After a long day at work nothing relaxes me more than trying out a new recipe I thought up during the day or making a family favorite.

This blog is dedicated to food and everything food inspired. There is no goal or objective. This is our insight into food on our culinary journey.