I am not a chef. I was never classically trained at any culinary academy here or abroad. I was born, raised and will forever be a child born in California’s Salinas Valley, whose father was a cook in a migrant labor camp and whose mother was a cannery worker. Though I do love to eat,… Continue reading Sacrifice

…an indelible, cellular memory stays within me — that of food, hospitality, “making much out of nothing at all”, and the healing, nourishing promise of the kitchen: where life is sustained; families held intact; and traditions continue generations forward.