I am so grateful that my parents bestowed upon me a deep love and understanding of cooking and good food. As a child, I was always in the kitchen learning how to bake cakes and cobbler, how to make rice and pasta and just once, how to roll sushi [long story]. The list goes on. My dad, my step mom and my sister may not have known it at the time, but they have handed me a very special gift. This gift has transcended generations of Southern men and women and somehow, I am lucky enough to carry on a family tradition.
I shared a little of this in my “about me” section, but truly some of my best memories growing up are Sunday suppers at my Nanny’s house. She always had a pot roast in the oven, rice on the stove and apple cake on the table. As I get older, I have a growing appreciation for those moments and wish I could go back, if only for a minute. Although my Nanny has passed, my family still carries on these traditions today, as I will when I have children of my own.
Is all this a little dramatic? Maybe, but in the kitchen I am at my best. I am able to create new dishes and perfect old family recipes [except for cornbread dressing because apparently my sister is never going to share that one]. I am able to share meals and smiles with the people I love and to me, that’s what this life is about.
Blue Cheese Bungalow is a way for me to share a little piece of me that may inspire a little piece of you.
Blue Cheese Bungalow is a way for me to share a little piece of me that may inspire a little piece of you. That’s why I started this blog. I love to cook, to share ideas and pretty pictures, but what I love most is when a friend tells me that they’ve cooked one of my recipes for their family. I’m not perfect. I still have a lot to learn about cooking, blogging, etc. But one thing I know for certain is that cooking is a gift and I am honored to share it with all of you.
Kelsey Renee