It wasn't long ago that I discovered I am a "Foodie." Raised by a father from Wisconsin and a mother from Memphis, I learned two very different styles of cooking. But having more than my share of food allergies, my parents had to be very creative when preparing food. As I got older and the food allergies went away, I was astonished at all the flavors I missed as a child. Now I love cooking and sharing those flavors that I cherished as a young adult.
My favorite things to cook
My better half was raised on a farm, and her father still raises and sells cattle; this, is a Foodies dream come true. They also have hickory trees which they cut for heat in the winter however, I get some by the hundreds of pounds. In other words, all of my favorites include brines, hickory, charcoal, and a beer.
My favorite family cooking traditions
Stewed peas and turnip greens where a staple on holidays within my household; no one, cooks them better than my mother. She doesn’t like the taste, so she has come up with some kind of acidic/sweet/perfectly textured way of cooking both. It’s my family that I have incorporated my cooking sense. While I was in the military, my battle buddies were from all over the U.S. They became my family, and I liked to cook for them as well when we had some free time. Blending my heritage with my experience with middle eastern cuisine, I have acquired an affiniity for fresh ingredients, brining, and slow cooking.
My cooking triumphs
When people ask me to open a restaurant and/or why don’t I cook for a living, I feel triumphant. I also like when people make “Mmm” noises when eating my food. With my extended family I can always see the question mark on their face right before they ask me what I put in it to make it taste “LIKE THIS?” I get my triumphs, from making people happy, full, and relaxed.
My cooking tragedies
Once, I feel asleep while the stove was cooking. Luckily there was no fire (just burned food), but the incident did give me a scare.