It started off innocent enough, a friend, who you’ll get to know in a minute, emailed me a few days before the big Food and Nutrition Conference and Expo (aka – FNCE, a kind of big deal to us nutrition professionals) wanting to know if I wanted to meet up at some point. A fellow culinary dietitian and instant friend upon meeting a few years ago, of course I said “yes!” But what, oh what should we do we wondered? Ha! EAT lobster, of course!
Who Me? Cook?
I don’t remember spending a whole lot of time in the kitchen as a kid. Sure, I had my hand at whipping up a muffin or cake mix now and again, but that was the extent of it. Not being “invited” into the kitchen to cook isn’t something for which I blame my parents. I’m pretty sure they felt like many parents – tired and just doing their best to get food on the table. My dad worked all day and most of the cooking was left to my mom, who, I’m pretty sure, didn’t love cooking. Even though she didn’t necessarily enjoy it, she was a great cook and we had some amazing meals at our house. The food was so good and I never knew that no one else ate the way we did.
