Cooking is not something I would have ever imagined myself loving, much less being *good* at, & definitely not something I would have dreamed of making a career. But times, they are a-changing. (I feel like I’ve been saying that a lot lately…)
Being in the kitchen brings me closer to my grandmothers. When I’m there, I can see their faded cursive giving me guidance & I can smell their love radiating from the oven. Cooking transports me to a simpler time spent with ones I took for granted, & comforts me with the tastes of their undying love.
These are the recipes of my heart & the new creations out of need. Try, change, & enjoy!