The start

It’s the smell that we receive first. We walk by a restaurant, diner, drive-in, or a joint and the air is thick with the smell of something cooking. That’s what we all receive. For me, it started when I was growing up. I would always ask what’s for dinner and both my parents would keep it vague: Chicken, fish, beef, or on occasion a surprise. So I would try to guess what they were adding. I’d be in a different room while the smell of honey and ginger or taco powder filled my nose. I would always get part of the meal right. That’s where I feel in love with food.

At a young age, food was my allie. It was always there and it always was will to work with me. Sounds like I'm dependant of food huh? In a sense we all are. We need it just to survie. Depending on what your outlook on the past is; it either started with a single-cell hunter eating it's prey of in a garden where everything was give to us. For me, food has been this thing. A thing that is always beyond words. But like I said, it was the smeel that I received first.

I grew up in Oregon City. The end of the Oregon Trail. Home the of the pioneers. The land of snow, sand, rock, and green. We always had fresh vegatables and fruits when I was growing up. So this whole going green thing that's going on right now, I've been living for a while. My dad was a farm of sorts. His main job was working for a coffee company until he was fired and then he worked for Clackamas County for little over a decade until his untimly death in 2009 while on a trip to Hawaii. Don't worry, it wasn't a shark attack. He grew up in the heart of the Willamete Valley. Just south of Albany, Oreogn between the towns of Shed and Halsey. His father, my grandpa, was a butcher. He would cut into any meat and sometimes even raised his own. Dad learn about how to cook and grow his own food while living with his parents. It grew inside of him. He made things his mother had never heard of. He grew up and went away to Reed College where he receive a deree in Chemisty or somthing like that. He moved east to study more but didn't like sitting down all day. So with two friends, he openned a resturant. My dad a professional cheif. I only found out about this after his death.

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