Edna and her kitchen.
Ok, I have been bitten by the inspiration bug. I tried not writing this blog for three hours, inspiration won out.
So here it goes:
I am not sure when or why I started taking cooking seriously. Over the last two or three years something just clicked, throwing ingredients together made sense. I would like to think that some of the knowledge came from my year spent in Seattle, while there I participated in a Cooking Matters class, (twice) once in the fall and once in the spring. So the class was the same information wise but it was run by two different groups with different recipes and different techniques.
I then took a position at the Greenwood Senior Center as a volunteer, as a prep-cook for their daily lunch program. I worked with a charming, wonderful older lady, she was short, spunky and loved to sing in Italian while…
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