How we got here - Part 1

One of the most popular questions I get is how did you get here so I thought I would share the journey. As I am not a fan of long drawn out posts I will do this in a series of parts. How many I have no clue, until it has been told I suppose.

​As crazy as it might sound I never really liked cooking growing up, in fact way back when Gina did all of the cooking. Boil the chicken and boil the ribs throw them on the grill and sauce them up and things were good. I think things started to change when I wanted to make homemade pasta that I so loved growing up on Gabriel Dr and it ended up being more like a 10 foot piece of rope.

At this point I would like to introduce my Godmother, Aunt Inez (remember her name her food comes back later in the last part) and is my all-time favorite wizard of pasta. Heck she is my favorite cook for that matter. No matter what she cooked it was amazing to me. I grew up on her food and though she had no kids of her own, she did with all of us kids on Gabriel Dr. She is an amazing soul and is that one person that enters your life and impacts it for the rest of your life. She is over 90 and is still plugging along, though little slower these days.

Anyway quite a few years ago I had asked her to teach me to cook, so for the next several weekends I learned all of her culinary secrets that I had enjoyed for so many years. I took notes and hung on every word. It was imperative that I too become a wizard of pasta. She proceeded to teach me so much soups, pies, raviolis, sauces, pasta so many things. I would come home and try to make them and at first it took a bit but little by little I was getting the Aunt Inez taste. It was at this time I started to cook more and more, experimenting and having fun. Some were awesome and some sucked so bad I threw out.

But little by little I was getting there. Pretty soon I was actually cooking pretty well. We hosted a zillion parties (little did I realize this would be my training ground for catering in my later years) and more and more people loved what I cooked. This is how I started cooking, I have my Aunt to thank. End of part one.

​Next up: the events that led up to me taking a chance that would be one of the best things I could have done.

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