For as long as I can remember I’ve felt at home in the kitchen. On both sides of my family I’ve got venerable home cooks who share my passion for creating delicious food. But my biggest influence was undoubtedly my late father. My dad got his kitchen chops from his mother who was also a fabulous home cook. I think the story that epitomizes his innate passion for cooking is from his college days. My parents met in college and my mom always tells a story about him cooking paella for her in his fraternity kitchen…a sight I would have loved to see.
As a kid I was always right alongside him, chopping, stirring, tasting, and most importantly, watching. I learned everything I know from just keeping my eyes open and observing his flow. The time we spent in the kitchen together was our form of bonding and I relished every moment of it.
When I started this food journey I got an Instagram direct message from my dad’s best friend telling me how much he was enjoying watching me do my thing and remarked “you’re your father’s daughter”. I always knew we shared a love for creating incredible food but hearing it from someone else, one of his dearest friends, really meant a lot to me.
I know everyone doesn’t love to spend hours toiling away in the kitchen, but I think we all love to eat delicious food. None of the food I cook is overly fussy so even with the most basic of cooking skills you should have no trouble bringing my recipes to life. I am so glad you are here and cannot wait to continue this journey with you all.