Recently, Grace was reading one of the blog books and came across the story of our wedding rings. I"m sure we've told her before but this was the first time that it resonated with her and she had lots of questions. It made me realize how important it is to tell stories of your past to your children and how they relish learning little bits and bobs about the you there was before them. So I'm going to work on telling more stories (I hope I can remember them, my brain is like a sieve it seems!).
I can trace my interest in cooking, and subsequently my learning to cook, back to a single vacation to Destin, Florida. We were vacationing with my sister and my Mom, and I believe I had just graduated from UGA or was about to. We were waiting for dinner (you know how long the waits are at the beach) and had wandered to a gift shop where I spotted the most charming cookbook I'd ever seen. It was hand illustrated and it made me want to make every single dish in the book. I bought it, made a recipe, Bryce hailed me as an amazing cook, as only true and new love would do, and the rest is history.
a (small) sampling
To this day, I am drawn to beautiful cookbooks. I read them like novels and can't seem to get enough. From that first cookbook, Just a Matter of Thyme, I went on to discover Susan Branch, whose cookbooks have provided me with hours in the kitchen all while enjoying her darling stories and illustrations.
(this is the earliest dated notation and it's my Mom's handwriting)