I feel like I know many of you just from reading the great blogs and comments over the years.
Yes, I’ve been one of those “lurkers.” You’ve probably seen me hanging around the dark corners of this site, the middle aged woman in the ratty bathrobe with my hair sticking out in all directions, alternately laughing and crying at my
computer screen while furiously adding the recipes you are all talking about to my Recipe Box.
My cast of characters include my “spousal equivalent” Rick, a retired firefighter who now has his own pyrotechnics company.
His business makes for a crazy schedule and we never know what’s around the corner.
When we met, Rick was eating at restaurants 3 meals a day. We still dine out WAY too much but I am slowly reining that in.
I love to cook but on busy days it’s tempting to let some else deal with the hassle and cleanup.
My eldest son, Jeremy, is 22 and has left the nest to my great sorrow.
After a 3 month stint as a semi-professional beach bum in Hawaii, he is now an assistant manager at Fred Meyer in a nearby city.
We don’t get to see him as often as we would like but I am usually able to bribe him with a home-cooked dinner or a culinary adventure like the Garlic Festival coming up next weekend.
He enjoys cooking for his friends and is well known for his guacamole dip and his Italian meat sauce.
Next is Matthew, my almost 20-year-old son.
Matt is autistic and food has always been a challenge with him.
He is just now deciding, on his own, to try new foods and is starting to find some new favorites.
I am ecstatic that he is moving beyond chicken nuggets and French fries (for a while, that was about it) and I think he is proud of himself, too.
Matt is a gifted artist and has an amazing way with animals of all kinds.
And then there’s Kate.
At age 10 and my only girl, she is also my partner in crime in the kitchen.
Her headstrong nature since day 1 and her insistence that “I know how to do it!” when she really doesn’t has lead to some misadventures as well as some triumphs.
But her growth in the kitchen as been astounding and worth biting into a few eggshell-laced cupcakes.
She can prepare an entire meal herself and has won many ribbons and prizes for her baking at our beloved Trout Lake Fair every summer.
As you can see, as with my other kids, I’m not a bit proud of her!
Last, but not least, we have Mr. “Bowie” Bojangles, our 8 year old housecat who is as destructive as a puppy yet can turn on the charm and be forgiven in a heartbeat.
His affinity for chewing up my daughters dresses and my sons shoes is testing my kind and gentle nature.
My threats to re-home him are becoming more frequent but I know (and I think he does too) that I could never do that.
So join us as we cook up a storm and light up the sky…but hopefully not at the same time!