My kitchen is my therapy...

Anyone who knows me knows that I am obsessed with food. Not obsessed as in rolling around in a pool full of pate, but obsessed with knowing everything I can about food. I love experimenting with different foodie profiles: crunchy with smooth, savory with sweet, traditional with the unexpected. I love to cook and bake. I am the first one to admit that I, like every cook, have tasted sweet, sweet success (my Rouladens/Chicken Picatta with lemon angel hair) and suffered through bitter defeat (Abby's Hello Kitty cake--1/2 left in the pan/the pork chops with that pineapple Chipotle glaze--sounded sooo good). Sometimes Shane tastes perfectly cooked and seasoned dishes and other times, he is wishing that Mr. Gatti's was about 4 blocks closer. But I take it all stride...because my kitchen is my therapy. It gives me the chance to nurture the ones I love. It gives me a chance to shine. It gives me a chance to fall face first into a culinary disaster to only have a funny anecdote to tell people the next day. And I love the fact it gives me a chance to encourage and teach my ever helpful assistant, Miss Abby. :) So, win or lose, burnt toast or perfectly seared pork loin, my favorite place in the whole house is my kitchen, my sanctuary.