I’ve had a passion for cooking since I was about 8 years old. I remember making dinner for my young brothers and sisters and loving it. It was never a chore.

I’ve been a professional photographer for over 19 years and often people ask what I would do if I wasn’t a photographer … I always say probably something with food. Cooking has always been a creative outlet for me.

I grew up around people who loved food, my father was a fisherman and hunter. Many a meal we had he caught. My Dad (I’m fortunate to have an extended family) LOVED photography and food – image how cool I thought he was when I was young. He has always been not only my rad dad, but also my friend.

My father’s mother and father loved to cook, and having grown up from the depression era they could make anything good. Except for beets! I hate beets and have a funny story about that from when I was probably 8 and my grandmother insisted I try them – quick ending – I still won’t touch them to this day. I have so many fond memories of helping out in their tiny kitchen, going into the canning closet was like going to the grocery store, and learning how to make my grandfather’s chicken noodle soup is a memory that I’ll never forget. They actually had a wood-burning stove they cooked on – like a real range that you put logs in!!

My mother could make something from nothing and always taught us that family can be brought together with food. We were not allowed to miss Sunday dinner at home, but we could invite anyone we wanted to the table to join us.

I should also share that I married well, Tony makes dinner almost every night since we’ve been married. This year we’ve been married for 21 years. There is a funny story with how that came to be and I’ll share it on the blog for sure.

And then there is Paulette. Many of you may have gotten to meet her, she was amazing. An incredible person who could make you feel … just awesome. She truly showed hospitality to everyone who came in contact with her and she was one of my very dear friends. She taught me not only to be a more confident cook but a more confident person.

It is for the love of food, family, dear friends (especially Paulette) that I am bringing this dream to fruition. One of the last things Paulette said to me before she passed away was “I know you’ll make me proud.”

I hope you’ll join me on this adventure.