If I told you that I never liked to cook, would you trust me in your kitchen?
When I was a teenager, I
spent as little time as possible in the kitchen. My sister clearly had a
passion for cooking, so I could easily side-step every culinary expedition
without detection. When she left the nest, my parents noticed my disappearing
act and it wasn't long before they figured out that if they didn't teach me to
cook, I might never leave home.
My father, a weekend gourmet,
decided that he wasn't just going to teach me to cook, he was going to teach me
to enjoy cooking. Every Sunday was an experience. He regaled me with
stories of our Sicilian family traditions and recipes. By the time I discovered
that he was making most of it up, it didn't matter. Our family had our own
traditions and I was having fun in the kitchen.
I learned the
origin of most of the dishes we created and learned to appreciate the
back-story of the foods we ate. Consistently, the key ingredients in our favorite
meals were locally grown and in season. Even now, I prefer to look for what's
fresh and local when I'm ready to put on the apron and get to work.
When my friend Debbie at TAKE ROOT Magazine asked if I'd thought
about writing a blog, I remembered the pages of recipes and tips that I had collected over
the years and decided to start A Kitchen Takes Root. My hope is that we can explore
cooking with local foods and, while we're at it, make it fun, instructional and
tasty. This blog invites you to take the journey with me.
My kitchen is rooted in
Eugene, Oregon. Where's yours?