I’ve been cooking since I was 14 years old, learning from one of the world’s greatest cooks: my mother. My mother taught me how to cook over the phone… when she went back to work she’d take something out of the freezer before she left for work. When I got home from school, she’d call me up and tell me how to turn what was defrosted, into that night’s dinner. I learned meatballs, meatloaf, roast chicken, among other things. And now, she is still teaching me over the phone. I’ll call when I want to make her famous stuffed grape leaves, or ask why my hummous doesn’t turn out like hers, or to get a reminder on how to make her chicken soup when someone at home is sick.
I love trying new recipes on my family. They’re pretty good sports about trying everything. (except #favoritedaughter) When I started this blog more than 10 years ago, they were little kids, tagging along with me to farms and markets. Now, they are teenagers, tagging along with me less. But in the end, we always sit around the family table, and we eat together.
Let’s cook something together.