As many of you know, I grew up in a food-focused home—surrounded by freezers filled with meat from Dad’s hunting trips, immersed in Mom’s daily kitchen creations, from rendering lard and boiling down maple syrup to the sweet aroma of a vibrant pot of sauce, and having unlimited access to Grandma’s weekly cookie bakes (her strawberry tarts and anise cookies were second to none).
Oh, I love this, Heathar. It is amazing what we can do when we are motivated and passionate about something. We don't have to wait until conditions are perfect.
I, too, had a kitchenette in a closet at one point, although mine was already there when I moved in, which is quite concerning lol!
Oh, I love this, Heathar. It is amazing what we can do when we are motivated and passionate about something. We don't have to wait until conditions are perfect.