My new found love of cooking stems from my true love…eating. Growing up, I never had to partake in the cooking part of my love affair. I simply set the table and enjoyed the masterpiece that was dinner. From smoked pork shoulders to homemade fudge, there is always something good coming from the kitchen.
It wasn’t until my first weekend of married life that I realized I was in trouble when my sister-in-law and I went shopping. She, of course, was grabbing all the materials needed for my brother’s magnificent meal, and I got milk, spaghettiOs, ramen and cereal. I busted through the door super pleased until Brad mentioned he didn’t eat two of the four items I had some proudly bought. We were in trouble! Read more