Sunday, December 18, 2011


My mother was an adventurous cook who gave me free reign in the kitchen at a questionably young age.  I love cooking things based on something I ate or read about. Frequently there is no recipe. When there is a recipe, the finished product only loosely resembles the original intent. This is a collection of stories about how and why I cook and serve the things I do. 

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