introduction Every time I put together a snack board for my kids, I think back to my own childhood. The joy of coming home from school and finding a colorful …
When I think about after-school snacks, I remember the excitement of coming home, tossing my backpack aside, and rushing to the kitchen. The aroma of fresh fruits and crisp veggies …
My love for food started when I was really young probably around five or six years old. I would spend hours in the kitchen with my mom, clinging to her apron, begging to help her cook. We’d mix dough together, sprinkle flour everywhere (way more than we actually needed!), and cut out fun cookie shapes before popping them into the oven.
I’d sit right in front of the oven, watching as the dough slowly turned golden brown, waiting eagerly for that warm, sweet smell to fill the kitchen. The second the timer went off, I’d jump up, calling for my mom to take them out. I could never wait for them to cool completely I’d grab one while it was still warm, carefully blowing on it so I wouldn’t burn my tongue, savoring every bite.