I grew up in Lancaster PA where we played amongst rows of beans and spent lots of time in the kitchens, turning those beans and more into Good Food to be enjoyed year round. Summer shone with crunchy old-fashioned pickles, made from the backyard cucumber harvest, and homemade vanilla ice cream with fresh freestone peaches. Fall arrived with fresh apple pies and sauce, and the Thanksgiving turkey was trimmed with spiced preserved peaches and cranberry tangerine relish. Wintertime brought out the best bread, baked from Grandma’s Old World recipes, and canned tomatoes preserved from the August yield. I still have those recipes, the paper turning brown, but still some of the best Good Food around.
All good things come around, and once grown, I found myself back in one of my favorite places- the kitchen. Now I was the one with little ones on rickety chairs, teaching the secrets of those old recipes to the next generation, and making new memories with my own family and new friends. I could talk all day about food! How to wrap a bundle of herbs, how to choose the best cucumbers for pickling, where to get the best cinnamon for spicing peaches. My friends didn’t have the time or the passion to be so involved, but they sure loved the flavors they tasted at my table! I would bring my goodies as hostess gifts, and teacher presents, and shared my bounty with friends at the holidays. When they began bringing back the empty jars and begged for more, I knew I had a business! And a business that both my grandmas would approve of, that celebrates the wholesome goodness of real, natural flavors, shared with family and friends. What I enjoy most about what I do is watching people, young and old, light up when they taste my food. For older folks, it brings back memories of a time when food was local, fresh, and prepared with patience and care. For the young ones, it’s just plain Good Food. Watching Sam, age 3, as he tried one of my pickles was a great new memory for me. “That’s a good pickle!” he exclaimed to his mom, eyes open wide in delight. Kids never lie.