Friday, October 2, 2009

About this blog

I grew up in a non-cooking home. My mom hated to cook so we mostly ate out at restaurants or ate food that came from the freezer. In fairness to my mom, she did make delicious Swedish pancakes and lasagna. She also worked a full-time job so dinner didn't rate high on her list of priorities.

And so as an adult, I've embarked on the ultimate rebellion against my upbringing. I cook. And I love it. Other kids may get tattoos or date someone dangerous with a motorcycle, but I went straight for the food processor and colander.

Despite rarely giving a second thought to food while I was growing up, I still have a lot of memories tied to food. I guess everyone does. This blog recounts some of these memories, as well as some new ones, all tied to the alphabet.

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