Culinary. It sounds so formal, doesn’t it? Almost fancy. But by definition it just means “of, pertaining to, or used in cooking or the kitchen.” In other words, “it’s all about the food.” And that’s what I’m about. Food. Smelling it, buying it, making it, eating it.

My husband, Paul, thinks it’s funny that as I’m eating breakfast, I’m daydreaming about what I’ll be having for lunch. And when I’m eating lunch, I daydream about dinner. One might say that I’m not enjoying each meal as I’m consuming it. But actually, the opposite is true. I enjoy each meal so much, that I can’t wait to get to the next one.

I was fortunate enough to be raised by a mother who is a great cook and makes everything from scratch. She shared her love of cooking by getting me and my sister involved in the process and now I am passing that love onto my two young children.

However, I’m always looking for recipes that are delicious, but don’t keep me in the kitchen for hours on end. I figure I’ll have more time once my kids go away to college. Or I can afford a sous chef. Can you guess which one will happen first?

Cheers,
Amy

My taste testers:
Paul: Guinea pig in the kitchen and human garbage disposal. Believes Tabasco makes anything better.
Haley, 3: Can pronounce brioche without a problem, but refuses food mixed together.
Trevor, 1: A machine and constant hummer. Has a sweet tooth, just like his mother.
Ginger Doggie: An excellent floor cleaner. Will not eat broccoli or mushrooms.
Ebi Doggie: Makes Ginger do all the scouting and then goes in for the kill. Will eat anything.