![]() “My food story is a childhood memory of my grandmother’s kitchen. It was so warm and cozy, and it always smelled good — it didn’t matter if she was making macaroni & cheese or scalloped oysters. On Christmas Eve there was every type of candy, cookies, and confection. She would invite close family friends for dinner, and there was always more than enough for everyone. Those Christmas Eve dinners are among the best memories of my life, and I’ll always remember the wonderful aromas.” |