I was born a Baker. Groomed in the kitchen by generations of awesome women, I’ve spent my whole life in the kitchen from farm to table with four generations of fine cooks. Oh yes, I’ve fed the livestock, planted seeds, canned the harvest, helped butcher, cut biscuit rounds with a drinking glass, and measured ingredients using a heaping of this and a mess of that.
I come from southern hospitality with five star culinary flare. It spills from the inside of a small wooden house that leans just a little and takes pride in its backyard gardens of peanuts, greens, potatoes, beans, cucumber sponges and more.
Some of my earliest family memories are of the food from that small wooden house. My Grandma Callie’s collard greens and corn bread made my toes curl with joy. The best carrot cake at Christmas was Grandma Margaret’s with its perfectly lined pecans. The corner pieces were always my favorite. Grandma Ida always hosted church officials from convocation, so many came to eat at her small table where she shared what she had with all. I'm inspired by way they all showed love and care with what they had, I still celebrate food and family just the way I'd seen them do. These are some of my greatest childhood memories. I often cook from scratch and embellish items for homemade flavor, always influenced by the love and care from those before me. I honor them with every dish and continue to tell their stories and share the love and care in every bit with others.
I love God, my family and my craft. I enjoy sharing my time and talents making people smile with food and I’m inspired by foods from around the world. I want my food to romance me and a meal that makes me dance just a little.
SistaLuvsToEat. I daydream about food; I am the food lover who plans her vacation around food; I am an avid connoisseur of good eats who loves to dine at the finest restaurants and observe the details of the plating, ambience and decor. I believe meals should be pleasing to the eye and I’m the nutty friend who is taking pictures of everyone’s plate at dinner before they can eat. I can’t count how many times my meal has gotten cold because I can’t get enough “foodporn” pics.
Cookbooks for me are my history books and my collection is on the verge of an obsession. I especially cherish those with an awesome photo of something delectable on the cover or the ones with stained pages from some old family recipe. Those are the good ones I hold dear.
I never realized what I was born to do. There was a time in my life when none of my friends even knew I could bake. Many times I’ve tried not to cook or bake, or cater events, but somehow my soul would not rest.
I’ve finally embraced the past and the future. I now see that food has been my side-hustle for too long. It’s time to take what I was born to do and explore it all the way to the top of the mountain. So tag along with me on my adventure as I cook, eat and explore flavors near and far.
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