My Mum

My mum, or Grammirocks, as many who know her well like to call her, is a force to be reckoned with. An iconoclast in so many different ways, she paves the way on so many matters of substance long before the road has even begun to be paved. 

She’s constantly on a path to improving the lives of all those around her, whether she knows them intimately or not at all. She really just wants to make the world a better place. I am in awe of her each and every day. 

Her cooking, like her life, has been inspiring as well … although her baking… not so much. 

She was making bread with a stone grinder for her wheat from scratch back in the 70’s. She was going organic before anyone knew what organic was, and both she and my grandmother must have invented the chopped salad because I was having it since I can remember. She was making soups and sauces and homemade cookie dough and garlic shrimp and a myriad of other foods that stayed with me both as a fond memory from the past to hold onto forever, a stamped evocation in my brain that propelled me to carry on these recipes and traditions and to complement and add to them even further. My mum is my number one inspiration.