I just can’t tell you how weird/strange/odd it feels to literally be living and following, almost exactly in my mother’s footsteps. I mean, I’ve heard the saying… “As we age we become more and more like our parents”, but this is crazy. As I was entering adulthood my mother was advancing in her culinary journey.… Continue reading It’s All About That Stock, ‘Bout That Stock, No Boxes..
Sometimes the parallel between my mother and myself simply amazes me. How did we each find our similar path and passion for cooking at the same times in our lives? Why are we drawn to the same foods and style of cooking? Is it simply from growing up with her as my example, or is… Continue reading Oh là là – Going French