“I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.”
I can’t remember when I fell in love with cooking. It seems like forever. I’m not a trained chef but I’m a really good cook. In fact, my husband jokes that’s how I got him to marry me.
The kitchen has been the heart and soul of our homes. My childhood home, my adult home and now my children’s homes. It’s comfortable. It’s warm. It’s where I baked cookies with my mother and grandmother. And fought with my sisters to lick the bowl. Treasured family recipes that become more and more treasured as we make them over and over again with family and friends. And every time I make those recipes, I think of Mother and Mamaw. And they are with me.
Over the years my sisters and I would call my Mother or Mamaw for “the” recipe. And then each other. We would dig out the handwritten recipe from my Mother or Mamaw’s recipe box. And over the last 10 years I get an email or text. “Mom, what’s the recipe …” I’ve been talking about compiling family recipes and holiday menus into a book. Some of my favorite recipes for family gatherings and special occasions came from Mother and Mamaw. It turns out I have a lot more to pass on than just recipes. Here I can share my passion for my family, travel, food and photography.
While the inspiration for this blog came from ensuring that our family recipes live a long long time, I also want my family to be happy and healthy. Everyday we make decision about what food to eat. Being intentional with our choices allow us to be happy and healthy and enjoy life to the fullest. We are so fortunate to have multiple opportunities to decide what food to eat. Sharing a meal with someone is one of life’s greatest pleasures.
So here we are.
Things I love –
My Family. Being someone’s wife, someone’s mother, someone’s grandmother, and someone’s sister.
My Friends. New and old. People are amazed that I still get together with my grade school and high school friends.
Traveling. A lot. “Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
- Cooking for my family and friends
- The Eagles
- The Ocean – A room with a view
- Mexico – It’s in my blood
- Starry Nights
- Watching mindless TV with my husband
Shelley’s Bucket List (In No Particular Order)
- Be awed by The Northern Lights
- Dance at my son’s wedding
- Lay flowers on my paternal grandparent’s graves in Chihuahua, Mexico
- Visit all of the National Parks (Allan’s Bucket List)
- Cruise The Baltic Sea from Amsterdam to Saint Petersburg
- French Polynesia
- Visit my roots – Scotland and England
- Trek the Inca Train (perhaps take the train)
- Spend the month Under the Tuscan Sun
- African Photographic Safari