I love food. I read cookbooks constantly on my days off and try new things. I wish I could express the food memories that I read in cookbooks, but honestly my Mom was a hardworking critical care RN, often being in charge of the ER or the ICU. The five food groups that I grew up with were Roller Costers/Ravoli (from Chef Boyardee), POP tarts, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Pepsi, and candy. Not exactly a perfect Mom in regards to Cooking. But I did learn to work hard and know that know matter what I wanted I could achieve from her.
Her Mom, my Lyndell (yes, I called my Grandma by her name) was just as bad of a cook. She could burn pre-made rolls, and did most every Thanksgiving. The only real good food memories I have are from my Dad’s Mom who could truly cook and can anything, but alas like most kids I didn’t pay attention to her wisdom till it was too late and she was gone.
So, my love of food started when my Mom got sick with lupus when I was 12. I remember the doctor said she needed “healthy food” and I honestly panicked cause I did not know what that was. But I started learning. I did our budget and planned groceries to get her to eat healthy. I messed up a lot. I even set the oven on fire once or twice. But, I never stopped learning and loving food.
I am proud to say, I know embrace all kinds of food. I LOVE Indian food, Japanese food, Southern home cooking, Seafood, Cajun/Creole… ok I just love food. I plan trips based on food. And yes, I read cookbooks for fun. But, my love of food has even led me to compete and, yes loose, on Chopped. But, it’s all a journey for knowledge and growth about food.
See, having never known food as a kid, I find myself drawn to it as an adult. But, I freely admit- I don’t cook every night. And often, we eat sitting on the couch instead of at a table. But when I can and do cook, I think my kids are better for it. At least all of mine can order sushi.