Have you ever found yourself standing at the point where two roads converge, reluctant to choose one or the other because you know they both lead to–and come from–something wonderful? Well, that pretty much describes my life in a nutshell! A born and bred Midwestern farm girl that made my way to the “big city” and then back to the country again, I’ve always found myself pulled between my roots and the big, wide, open world. Now, as I’ve settled into adulthood and myself, I’ve realized I’m happy where I am: planted firmly in the middle of the crossroads where I can appreciate it all!
Whether it’s theatre or showing dairy cattle, George Strait or Shakespeare, wine or whiskey, Lonesome Dove or Pride and Prejudice, I always seem to be falling in love with things that appear to contradict each other. I mean, if you check in with me at one point, I’ll be out in the barn caring for my dairy heifers and our two pygmy goats, but then an hour later I’ll probably be heading out to go to rehearsal for whatever play I’m doing at the time. Hey, at least I’m never predictable, right?
My love for food, and cooking/baking, is kind of that way, too. My dishes are definitely at the crossroads between international flavors and down-home country goodness. This is especially true since I’ve met and married my husband (often referred to in this blog as JW, or The Dutchie) and learned about the food from his homeland, The Netherlands. But even before that, I was obsessed with all things Italian, loved Latin flavors, adored sushi, and would happily devour any classic American comfort dish you passed my way.
So welcome to life at the crossroads, where all are welcome and encouraged to kick back and enjoy some great food, share some good stories, and celebrate all of the different flavors that life has to offer!