My American “roots” lie deeply in Southern Cooking, with my first memories being the smell of hot biscuits pulled straight from the oven. They were my Big Mama's biscuits, but when I started traveling I soon understood that for some people they were called "scones".
I've always thought whisky would have been too strong for me until I met Simone on our first date, when I fell in love with him and old fashioned cocktail!
I can't remember the first time I saw the South American lady on the label, but I do remember the first time I drank Brasilena. I was a kid and, as many, that was my first coffee shot!
My grandma's recipe (which is not even a recipe) for French omelette is irreplaceable. If she was still alive, she would challenge chef Jacques Pepin and I'm sure she would win!
A food and wine expert invites me over for lunch and offers me several appetizers such as avocados served with mustard. They literally blow my mind away!
Biscuits: a lesson in language and carbs