Sit Down

Pull up a chair at the table.

In my family, as in many others, the kitchen is where everyone ends up, no matter what the occasion. Any party or visit always ends up in the kitchen, sitting around the table, shooting the shit.

Can I mention shit on a food site? Too late.

This site exists due to my extended “family” and friends, because if even only virtually I want to sit down with you all.

Don’t forget to come in the back door. The front door is for three occasions (two for men), and for all of those we’re carried.

Enjoy yourselves, and make with the offerings. I might ask several of you to become regular contributors as well.

“Love and Cook with Wild Abandon”