OMG…I have just realized I have not posted anything in FOREVER, how time flies.
Anyway a bit of history about how this all started.
I first started by writing a small “newsletter” about food, fun and life in general, and then someone approached me about taking it to the next step…A BLOG, me a blogger, no way that wasn’t me. But I decided to go ahead, what I had to lose? So I began the “Blogger Journey”. Well after a year of blogging I became pretty much bored and also lost my poppy (my Grandfather) and fell into a bit of depression and stopped blogging. Then as a somewhat of my way of grieving I started writing a cookbook that included recipes from my family and meals that we created, it helped me realized how lucky I have been to have my family teach me about “real” food, clean food, farm to table concept, being I spent some part of my life on a small farm. we also hunted, grew and harvested our own food.
So with the book finished, a work of love, I wrote the book for my family and most of all for my Poppy. The heart will always have a part missing.
By no means am I new to the whole "foodie concept". I was a so called foodie before we all knew what exactly foodies were. I remember when I was younger how I would argue with my mother who was going to cook dinner and after giving up fighting with me I would get my step stool out and start cooking the meal for the night. One fond memory I have is making our homemade candied apples when I could barely walk, I was excited because I was going to dip the apples and ran into the back of her while she had the pan in her. This is the reason my mother and myself now have scares on our legs from pan hitting the floor and splashing onto our legs. I also have very fond memories of making homemade sausage with my father and Poppa Steve from the wild boar he just killed. Or when we would go down to St. Peter Beach (Florida) and dig for clams, Poppa Steve made this contraption where to could walk and rake for clams at same time. One of my favorite things I would do my dad was going out gigging for frogs then going home and frying them up with a lemon white wine sauce
I didn’t know it then but living on that farm when I was younger would prepare me and strongly impact my future life in food and I find myself refereeing to the experiences I had on it. The garden, oh how I loved that garden, I hated to go out to weed it but I loved what come from it. Cucumbers, which we turned into homemade pickles, several kinds of tomatoes, which we used fresh and made our own sauce and I loved picking a few green ones for fried green tomatoes, fresh green beans, eggplant, zucchini, yellow squash, broccoli, cauliflower, corn, when we first planted the corn and it just started to show through the soil we were so excited the next morning we went out to see how much more it had grown and nothing , there was nothing…the next night we stayed up all night to see catch the culprit… needless to say we had fresh venison for awhile. How can I not mention the chickens, there is nothing like fresh free range jumbo eggs that were collected everyday!
You can say I was lucky growing up, which I didn’t know it at the time though. We ate super fresh food, we understood the “concept” from farm to table, and hell we lived it!
I have great respect for those who work the fields, pastures, barns, and woods and what they do for the industry and hands down I am lover of food, a foodie by some, a chef by others even though I am not classically trained, a food enthusiast, whatever anyone wants to call me, just don’t call me late for any meal.
Peace, Love and Pork!!
Bermuda Gourmet Goddess
