Fresh from the bosom of Uncle Sam, tossed back into the mean 'ol world to explore with a vengeance. I thought I'd jump on the blog wagon, because I love food. Food is my life. I can turn a relatively non-food related conversation into a conversation all about food in three seconds. Flat. My head is filled with all sorts of useless food information and facts that I'm sure will end up on here at some point or another. I probably won't post any recipes (at least not my own); seeing I'm as secretive about my recipes, as a leprechaun is about his pot o' gold. For as long as I can remember, I've been obsessed with the 'local' food scene, before it started becoming popular and "the right thing to do", when it really always was the right thing to do. My dad and my paternal grandmother instilled a love of food into me early. But really, everyone on my Dad's side are great cooks. I've been able to make cornbread, from scratch, since I was eight years old, without a recipe. Just remembering the ingredients and measurements off the top of my head. My earliest memories are of the giant gardens my grandparents would have, and me, eagerly waiting for the first spring veggies to arrive. Finally the day would come; I would go over to Papaw's and my grandmother and great-grandmother would present me, almost shyly, with the first vegetable of the season.
I hope y'all enjoy the musings and ramblings of a 'down home' girl transplanted in SoCal.
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