Sunday, August 10, 2008
I know where it came from. It came from my momma, who instinctively taught me to cook too much when people came over so no one went hungry. It was Sarahbeth, who taught me not to eat anything that wasn't "outstanding" because you can always get so-so food. It was Italy, who taught me how to make Balsamic Vinegar Chicken. And tonight friends, we're having dinner. Lots of it, with good friends, good food, and a whole lot of happiness. Here's to Chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and some really good broccoli. Thanks to Brittany Whitman, we'll be having Oatmeal Chocolate Chip cookies too. I always thought it was a blessing to have a mother that was an incredible chef.