Food is everything to me. Growing up in the South, food was the thing around which everything else revolved. There was a meal for every day of the week. Sundays were a big post-church lunch, Fridays were high school football and pizza, Tuesdays were for tacos (of course). And pretty much every family celebration was accompanied by fried chicken, BBQ, and German chocolate cake, among many other treats.
As I’ve gotten older and moved north, my palate has expanded. These days, it’s about curries, Asian dishes, international foods, and making my life easy with a slow cooker when I can. But it’s still all about the food.
When I’m not cooking, I spend my days wrangling seven-year-olds and my dog, James.