Aug. 25, 2014 10:47 pm
Updated: Sep. 2, 2014 3:48 pm
Last week at a dinner party I had a conversation with someone while sipping expensive white wine and looking down at me through the bottom of her tri-focal glasses with a nasal tone only her plastic sergeant could endure say, "Oh, you're a home cook, how
nice for you, so what is your…
At the end of my grade school experience at a performing arts elementary school my family moved. The closest thing to performing arts at this High School was a very good choir which I joined immediately. My list as well was French, Gym, and Algebra. Algebra...F "We need to start you with the basics Mr. Edwards." - Math. Gym...F "Coach, I'm suppose to throw it to who, and is it suppose to be shaped like this?" - Health class all 4 years. French...Incomplete "I don't want to fail you dear, so please get out of this class now!" - Home Economics is where I landed, and started this whole crazy fervor for food. From High School I wrote a letter to a local chef who was well known in our area. He took me on as his apprentice at 17 years old and I stayed with him for 5 years and then return to him when he opened his own restaurant in Cincinnati, Chef Faulkner's Supper Club. Got married, moved to Chicago 30 years ago now, many jobs in Marketing and now Real Estate,but food is still my passion.