Early 70s. Every recipe blog has a beginning, and that is when the seed for this one germinated. In those days of yore, sharing a recipe meant hand-writing a list of ingredients and instructions on a vegetable-laden recipe card that more often than not said, "From the kitchen of...". At my house, those words were followed by my mom's name printed in different ink and a different font. Gotta love Mom for supporting my desire to sell catalog items for prizes when I was young. As a result, she always had an assortment of these personalized recipe cards.
So, there I was... the first-born and the girl my grandma never had. So much of my childhood was spent helping Mom and Grandma in their kitchens. Here I am baking pies in 1974 (three years old), and somewhere in the family photo albums is a picture of me making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on the kitchen floor. If it ever surfaces, you can count on it showing up here, too.
I don't require a stool to reach the counter anymore, and I've long since moved my sandwich-making operations off the floor. My love for kitchen creativity and sharing the subsequent spoils of my labor remain, however. Thus, the seed continues to grow and sprouts a blog in 2010.