Because I love to cook.
Because at the age of sixteen, I worked in a convent (yes, I did consider becoming a nun!) in the kitchen under the guidance of a retired chef who studied at Le Cordon Bleu. I never became a nun but I did work there for 6 years, put myself through college and could make 15 pies at a time.
Because my Mother is Slovak and my Dad is Polish. Mom would always have a big meal on the table for Dad by 2:00 before he went to work. She would make her own noodles and her peirogis were featured in the local paper.
Because I have been gifted with an incredible palate. I like to play a guessing game with the chef in a restaurant to detect the spices used.
Because I have friends who are incredible cooks.
Because my kitchen is my creative outlet.
Because my Hubby appreciates every little morsel.
Because food is a gift of love…
I bring you this blog.