I started my passion for food many years ago watching my aunt cook. If she would make something from scratch she would. And if she couldn’t, she would find a way. Growing up on a farm all the food was fresh and it was an honor to cook with something you helped cultivate. (Until you decided to name a pig and then found out it was the one you were currently eating. That wasn’t as much fun!)In my early teens we moved off the farm into a suburb, which was great, but all of a sudden the love I had of watching fresh food being cooked was cut from my life.