Cooking and baking have always been a big part of my life. As a young child, my biological mom was never home. She was a single mother trying to make do with 4 young children. Since she was never home, it led me to cooking most of our meals. The kitchen became my safe place to run away from all that was bad in our lives. It became my first love.
As life progressed, my siblings and I were put into the foster care system. It was a very hard time. I was still very young at the time and I was filled with so much sadness.
When my sister and I arrived to our 3rd foster care family, I wasn’t hopeful. We rolled up a driveway to a tiny, pink house. Where we were greeted by two strangers.
I remember watching these two strangers cook lunch for us in their tiny cute kitchen. I had never seen anything like that in my life. Two people cooking a meal together, smiling and having a great time. What was this?
Once the meal was ready, they brought it outside to a picnic table in their patio. I looked at all the food in front of me in such awe. I had never seen most of the foods, except the chicken. There were so many green vibrant colors. I curiously picked up one of the objects up and said, “This is a little tree?” Everyone laughed, and then one of the strangers said, “Hun, that is broccoli.” I repeated after her, “b-rrrrr-occoli?” I was so amazed by this thing. I had never witnessed such an incredible food type. (all I knew was non-perishables that could sit in the cabinets for years)
After eating, the two strangers took us on a tour of their home. We walked around their 1.9 acre farm. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Was this a dream? There were so many different varieties of plants. I would later learn these were flowers, fruits and vegetables that were all edible! This foster family a year later would become our permit home.
Being surrounded by these two wonderful people, who I now call my parents, truly made me fall in love with baking and cooking. They taught me how to grow my own food. How it important it is to take care of ourselves. To nourish ourselves with the best ingredients possible. And NEVER sacrifice taste out of a dish!! Herbs and spices, a MUST!
My parents are the original farm to table masters (before it became a thing.) Words can’t even express the gratitude I have for them. Because of them, my love for creating and making has only grown over the years.
I want to share this love of baking and cooking with the world. A year ago, I finally wrapped my head and courage to start a food blog. I didn’t know what I was doing. All I knew was that I had this love for cooking and baking and that I wanted to share it!
My goal is to create delicious and nutritious food. Like the dishes that my parents made for me growing up on their farm. Food doesn’t have to be boring, especially while being healthy. I feel like there is a negative stigma about good foods for our bodies having bad taste. I believe this to be wrong, we don’t have to sacrifice taste over health! We can balance both…it just takes a little bit of trial and error.
We also shouldn’t feel guilty for indulging here and there.
Let’s live our tastiest lives!!
Thank you for embarking on this journey with me.
With Love ,
“Cooking is all about people. Food is maybe the only universal thing that really has the power to bring everyone together. No matter what culture, everywhere around the world, people eat together.”Guy Fieri