Welcome to my food blog!
I started this thing with the full support and cheering on by my daughter and my boyfriend. I, apparently, had NO CHOICE! These two were relentless in their campaign to have me write a food blog. I think it was a self serving master plan on their part: If she writes about it…she first has to cook it…and we get to eat it!
My guy benefits every day from my never-ending curiosity of food and the passion to stretch and put into practice the fruits (or consequences!) of that curiosity.
My baby Jolene (not such a baby anymore at the advanced age of…lets just say north of 20 and leave it at that) has to wait a little longer and it usually involves a transaction of food for empty containers. I have this relationship with my dad as well.
Truth be told, I’m actually quite flattered by the urging on by my sweeties to write this blog. I’ve never called myself a naturally talented cook and I’m by no means formally educated in the art. Its something that’s just evolved over the years from the early days watching my mom and grandmother cook.
- Gramma an old fashioned traditional cook inspired by Russian heritage and the need to make do during wartime. She also had a very curious nature. I remember my daughter and I visiting Gramma and her sister Olga back in 2005. They were cooking up some meals for Gramma to stockpile. My daughter said “Mom, Gramma and Auntie Olga are making Borscht WITHOUT beets!” Gramma exclaimed, “No self respecting Russian makes Borscht with beets!”
Yeah…Gramma and Olga had a pan of Indian curried chicken on the next burner. Traditional but not!
- Mom the inspired, and supremely intuitive cook experimenting with foreign foods before it was fashionable here in Vancouver back in the ’70s. Think Asian curry dinner parties with condiments: Bowls of nuts, spices and other assorted tasty bits to sprinkle on your plate of rice and doctored canned China Lily curry sauce. Not exactly authentic but YUM!! Then there’s the paprika chicken. The first dish my sister and I were taught and expected to prepare for dinner. Crazy simple and a huge favorite to this day and the recipe along with its cumin variation is included in this blog.
Gramma (although no longer here) and my mom inspire me to this day.
Then came the anxious years of figuring out how to get the kid to eat VEGETABLES! I don’t think I need to say anything more about that! Suffice to say, my girl now LOVES broccoli and yams and escargot and smelly aged cheese (I LOVE HER!!). Not that it came easy. It did not, but if you ask her what the food rule is she’ll tell you proudly that you can’t say you don’t like it if you don’t taste it and if you don’t, you have try it again later. She hated the above foods for a long time and now she’ll try anything…and probably love it!
Along came my guy David. We met at the perfect time for so many reasons but, for my cooking confidence, there is no better fan or critic. He’s honest and I love that about him. His opinion about the food I’ve just offered up is either blissfully or critically (and sweetly) stamped on his face! I appreciate both and he knows I would have it no other way because there have been epic fails but you learn from those. I.e.: I learned I will never cook Mackerel again! It looked so pretty but NO! I was so happy to learn later from a french chef friend that mackerel is really difficult to really master. Thanks my friend. I am off the hook! Phew!
So here we are.
This blog isn’t necessarily about fine dining…but it might be at times.
Its not really about healthy recipes…but it could be sometimes.
Its also not about Latin, French, Italian or Indian…but, well, you get the gist.
It’s about what I feel like learning; what inspires me in the moment.
The recipes are not all my own but as my chef friend said to me once, “I have no problem sharing my recipes. They are only mine while I have them. I share them for you to change them and make them your own”.
Now that is a food lover and, so am I.
Karen (aka Karoony)