Today I would like to write about my mom. She is the first person to introduce me into cooking. She is the basis of my food driven existence. My mom was born in Allen County and grew up on a farm. Like most good farm families, the table was always full of comfort food, made from what they grew or raised. The pantry had home canned vegetables and fruit from the garden and orchard. The freezer was full of chicken, beef and pork. The refrigerator always had fresh free-range eggs, a jug of ice tea and fresh turned butter. I grew up living off the land and still appreciate the simple way of cooking with a little twist of flavor... Continue Reading →