A Food Relevation, Down An Often Rocky Road

There is something brilliant about food, about that perfect family meal that bonds the broken ties, erases the realm of all the days problems if the so exist and creates such magical memories. As a child I grew in my grandmothers’ kitchen in Maine. It was a place filled with cakes past anyone’s appetite and the pressure cooker of all greatest foods of my Scottish, English heritage. It was a place that I would learn about tradition, values and the true joy of food. The place many years later I would revisit to recreate for my own family....more