When I think of warm sunny days, the image of a vibrant Strawberry Spinach Salad always comes to mind. I remember picnics at the park, with a refreshing salad like …
*** I remember the first time I had street corn salad. The mix of flavors and textures was an explosion of summer on my tongue. It reminds me of warm …
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.