Last night, my daughter and I and a number of our friends shared dinner, drinks and laughter at Andina in Portland, OR. In a moment of conversation, we all realized how much we planned and coordinated our lives around food moments. Indeed, several years ago, I left behind the business of accounts and suppliers and board rooms to go to culinary school with my daughter's support. (She's a foodie too). Since that time, I have worked with, around or abo
Just about everyone is 'blogging' these days and since I don't want to feel totally left out, here I am with my own! I hope to intermix some 'food moments in history' with stuff happening now and just have some fun.
When I was 9, my father, quite tired of my mother's attempts at food preparation, decided it was time for me to learn to cook. With that, my mother refused to join me in the kitchen in something of a snit. I can't say as I blame her for that. So anyway, armed with my Girl Scout cooking experience (I earned the badge!) I stepped into the little 1950's style shoebox kitchen that was too small for Mom but just right for me.
My first prepared dinner was fried potatoes and corn on the cob, both overcooked. Nonetheless, my Dad was full of praise and glory and I wanted to cook all the food he could ever desire. Talk about manipulation. So..............that is the beginning of my adventure.
