(My wonderful family at my brother's wedding. ^ im right there)
For as long as I can remember, I've always loved being in the kitchen. I would be in there with my little toy pots and pans making "soup" out of discarded veggie scraps from dinner or flowers and plants that I picked outside. It sounds disgusting, and I know it was, but I wanted to make food liked my parents did. It was always (and still is) delicious! My Mom's homemade clam chowder, chicken enchiladas, my dads BBQ ribs, pulled pork..etc. What ever they made, it was always good! Another thing I can remember is they didn't just make it because they can, they made it to bring us all together as family to the table.
