Anyone that knows Daryl and I can attest to our love for eating quality food. Bring on the organic, the non-GMO, the named and stroked artisan chickens, animals that have lived their lives wandering from pasture to pasture or dashing through the wilderness, coddled and massaged by caretakers, and if it is dairy, bring it on naturally with all its intended fats!
Some Call Us Foodies, I Say We Are Lovers of Culinary Arts
I don’t know what, exactly, a foodie is. I mean, I know what people think it is, but I don’t really like the word. It sounds pretentious. And while I may consider myself a snob with many things, I don’t think I’m pretentious.
Instead, I consider us lovers of culinary arts. We love cooking and baking just as much as eating. I want to cook with produce that’s been tended with love — love of the soil, love of water, love of flavor. This means we seek out experiences with cooking and preparing foods when we travel.
There is nothing better than a Saturday night with a group of friends and a beautiful meal. I often joke that dining will be our financial funeral. It may just be our regular funeral as well if we do not start running soon.