Everything My Mother Taught Me . . .

How I Got Here:

I come from a long line of exceptional cooks the only problem is these genes were not blessed upon my mother and me. Well at least I’ve always assumed these genes were not blessed upon us.  Let’s just say that while most girls learn to cook by watching their mother in the kitchen, I learned how to use a fire extinguisher.

A Little Bit of Background:

Growing up both of my parents owned their own businesses so the majority of our home cooked meals were either made in a microwave or they came in a take out container. However, there were times when my mother would set her sites on making us a real homemade meal. While her heart was in the right place, the ingredients never seemed to be. She is The Queen of Experimental Cooking. (We'll come back to this later . . .)

My Goal:

I have set off on a culinary adventure in search of what it takes to become a great cook. Although I was not initially blessed with this talent I will do whatever it takes to achieve this goal. (Well, almost anything) With high spirits and this cute new Jessie Steele apron I purchased online, I will forge uncharted waters in an attempt to change my “Frequent Diners Club” future.

And To This I Say . . . Welcome To The World of Cooking Shelbygirl!

So, to wrap things up on my first blogging session, here's a couple of things my mother taught me:

1.)  If a recipe calls for orange juice and you don't have any, Blue Curacao is an excellent alternative

2.) Never run over dead animals in the street because you never know when someone may force you to lick your tires

And 3.) When in doubt pour on the Southern Charm