Hi, just call me Mike!
Have been cooking all my life it seems. I'm the weird kid that, with Mom's help, made my sister an angelfood cake for her 16th birthday when I was just 14. Tasty!
Mom was a teacher who came from a farming background, always canning something in the fall but never really caught on to ethnic cooking. Sorry mom, but your Spaghetti and meatballs with some red stuff on the noodles, rinsed with cold water then served with the red stuff plopped in the middle of the white, cold noodles just didn't hack it. Especially when I was in college and started dating an Italian girl that I wanted to bring over for dinner. Did I say that she was from an Italian Restaurant family? After a few meals at their home, actually after the first meal at their house, I said to myself "So THIS is what pasta really tastes like!"
What do I do? My oh my, can't serve her mom's spaghetti, I really liked her and wanted to make an impression, a positive one that is. So, I put my big boy pants on and called her mother and swore her to secrecy but was able to pry her homemade spaghetti sauce and meat ball recipe out of her. Also got recommendations on a better brand of pasta than what mom used. My folks thought that I had gone off the deep end. Long story short, the dinner was a success, she thought we ate Italian food almost exactly like her Mom's.
Longer story short, we were happily married for almost 40 years, have 3 wonderful kids and 7 grandkids. Unfortunately she was taken early by breast cancer 5 years ago. We had many happy years of cooking together though.
Looking forward to meeting and talking with you all.