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| Introduction | Yeah, my big mouth has gotten me into more trouble than I care to recall,so I'll spare you the gory details. For on this blog, we are here to celebrate the upside of having a big mouth, mainly eating. My love affair with food began at an early age. Besides stuffing my face whenever I could, I spent a lot of time watching my mom cook.Whenever I was near the kitchen, I would pop my head in to see what was giving off such a nice aroma. Often, I was invited in to observe and even sometimes assist. It was fun learning about all the different meats and dishes we were making. It was simple stuff. Macaroni and cheese, hamburgers, fish sticks, and some roast beef or chicken. Not that my mom wasn't a good cook, but we were of modest means back then and Whole Foods hadn't been invented yet. Over the years, I picked up enough kitchen knowledge to help me land my first restaurant job as a pizza maker for Little Caeser's. It was the first of many foodservice related positions I would ultimately move on to as I made my way into the world of work. |
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