My Humble Beginnings
I guess my life has been an adventure from the start, or at least how I see it, which is what matters. I didn't take the most conventional route to connect with food. During my early years (the 70s) it wasn't cool to cook or do anything in the culinary field. My father said that it wouldn't pay enough to take care of yourself, which meant that you would end up back home living under his roof. Having a West Indian father and a mother from Arkansas, the goal was to be self-sufficient. Code for, get a skill that got you a job that got you out of the house! Listen, my house was a loving home but just didn't present that way growing up from my perspective as a child. For me, the only true connection that resonated in the house was food. My father was a man of very few words, generally grunts and you knew exactly what he wanted or what to do. I was the middle child of four children, not the oldest, youngest, or only gend...
