My Manifesto

At the young age of three, I began making biscuits with my Grandmamma. I loved my miniature baking tin that produced hard, floury biscuits that screamed for a pat of butter. Little did I know that the lessons about food I learned as a young child would shape my future as an adult. My childhood memories are  filled with food from my garden in rural West Tennessee. I loved picking the plump red strawberries and juicy blackberries.  I generally ate three for every one I put in my wicker basket. My family always drug me back home with a juice-stained mouth and soiled clothes, where we would bake a mouth-watering strawberry shortcake or blackberry cobbler.

These memories brought me to where I am today. The simple life–having a garden of fresh produce, canning food to survive the harsh winter season and savoring the land’s bounty. These are ideals we should all strive to live by. I’ve recently become a convert to the Slow Food movement which began in the Italian city of Bra. Slow food stresses moving away from a homogenized system of eating where food is virtually stripped of it’s taste, color, and variability to yield a cheaper, duller, and less-nutritious product. Slow Food also supports local and traditional farming methods. I’ve found that Slow Food is the connection between my memories and my future.

I’ve started a blog for instructional purposes–to teach individuals that food can be fun, that food is fun and exciting but never boring, and that what you put in your body matters! I hope you enjoy following me on my journey, and please feel free to agree, disagree, or present your own views about food.