Quick bio: I’m a former opera singer, financial professional, professor and researcher in finance and economics, voice teacher, and Montessori teacher in training. (I know, I get tired thinking about it, too.)
But…I’m never bored! I love to cook and eat. I love my kids, and viola – I have a blog about all that and more.
Cooking and eating is full of powerful images, smells, tastes, celebrations, and milestones. We can easily create a timeline of our lives and the menus that accompanied it.
Here are some of my most fond food memories…
“She’ll never go hungry because she knows how to make dough!” my dad chuckled with a “get it?” subtext…I was serving him my first slices of homemade bread and he was so proud of me. I felt proud of myself. He told me it tasted just like the bread he used to eat in his home country of Bosnia, which made me feel tremendously special.
I was standing in my grandmother’s utility room, whose walls I had covered in a thick batter of eggs, sugar, and banana. I was mortified, as just a few minutes earlier she had explained how we need to add the chunks of banana slowly to the mixing bowl, but when she left the room I added them all and let the mixer rip. I was afraid of what she would say when she got back, she was a gentle woman, but certainly this would make her upset, no? Instead she smiled and gently explained why the mess had happened and reiterated the correct way to add bananas and told me not to worry, we could just start a new batch after she cleaned up.
I could smell and taste the forbidden richness of chocolate-y chilled rum balls in the dark corner of my basement. My mom told me not to eat any of the Christmas cookies before the many parties we would be having, but I couldn’t resist. My mother could have been a caterer, as our basement was regularly full of trays of food prepped for the many parties our family hosted. In truth, I was generally more enthusiastic about tasting many of the foods from the classic entertaining tome Martha Stewart’s Hors d’Oeuvres than I was helping my mom prepare or clean up in the kitchen, but I was exposed at an early age to the art of party planning and what it meant to be an enthusiastic and welcoming hostess from my mother.
These are my About stories, the stories of food and family that live happily in my heart. This blog is about the core of family experiences: the moments we make with food. It’s undeniable that the smells, tastes, and sights of food are some of the strongest in my memory – fresh food, wholesome food, usually made from scratch, made with love, made by and enjoyed with the people I loved most. I grew up in a second-generation home where the traditions of European home cooking were strong. I learned at an early age how to cook for myself (although there was a very long time where I could only eat a very well done burger as that’s how I had learned to make one myself – but now that’s all changed!)
However I didn’t just learn how to cook. I learned how and why to cook to from scratch, to eat with friends and family, to enjoy food, to celebrate special moments with special food, and to be a gracious hostess.
I hope that I can bring some of this magic to my own kids, and help you learn how to explore and enjoy flavors and family with yours too!