I have been cooking since I can remember. Being in a family where cooking is a time to come together and share. The kitchen was THE PLACE in our home for generations. You wanted to be in there with everyone listening, laughing, and asking questions. It didn’t matter if you were young or old, there was always something to be done and you had to do something to stay in the kitchen, Which wasn’t a problem because growing up we thought all of the answers to life’s questions were answers among those boiling pots rambling, sweet aromas, and overflowing love that circulated in here. There were never to many people and it always felt like all news was good news in the kitchen. By the time I was 15 I was in complete charge of Thanksgiving dinner, it was like a rite of passage. We didn’t have much, but everything we had came out of the kitchen.