My measured memories
I grew up in a home full of old cookbooks and raucous dinner parties. Memories of my childhood consist of my mother standing over the latest recipe with a measuring cup in one hand and a pencil in the other. Her cookbooks’ pages are stained with stories of chocolate eclairs and sticky from honeyed fingers attempting to frantically turn pages.
As a young newlywed and avid at-home baker I am on a mission to preserve the flavor memories of my family but also introduce new recipes, flavors and traditions. There will undoubtedly be failure and mistakes along the way, but hopefully as is often the case, through failure will come the best and most unexpected successes and a unique collection of new kitchen traditions.