This is my family. Move over Kardashians, you have nothing on us. The reason I started cooking was because I didn’t want my girls growing up to be the fussy eaters my sister and I were. And guess who taught me the basics of cooking? My husband! Who learned from his mom! I’m proud to say my girls eat well and know how to cook. In fact, this blog is mainly for my girls…an online recipe collection for them to use wherever their lives take them!
My husband of a gazillion years (I was 15 when I started dating him, so yeah…a gazillion years ago), David, is the epitome of “a great man.” He’s worked for the government for twenty years and his work had us living here, there and everywhere at times…including the killer, high-altitude city of La Paz, Bolivia and the über fashionable, but oh what “freddo” people, Milan, Italy.
Jordan, the oldest and Taylor, with classic middle-child-syndrome, attend the George Washington University, sort-of, kind-of following in the political/government footsteps of mom and dad.
Arden, the youngest, is starting high school this year. She is taking photography for an elective, but I’m not sure I will be able to pull her out of her lair, (her bedroom), to show me anything. Sigh.
They appreciate my cooking when they don’t have it…I allow that to happen occasionally. When they start begging for McDonald’s, I go on a mild cooking strike and get take-out for days on end. Until they beg me to cook again. It’s tough love in my cookocracy…