Welcome to thyme, and everything else.
How do you describe yourself without sounding like you’re all that? Good question, right? Well, lets see. I’m a girl who likes to eat. I’m particular, but not picky. I’ll try most things once. But, reserve the right to never eat certain things again.
Many of us prepare food simply out of necessity. After all, we do have to eat to live. I prepare food out of unadulterated enjoyment. Mind you, there are those days when it’s terribly mundane and ordinary. However, most of the time I dig being in the kitchen with pasta, vegetables, glorious cheese and fresh herbs.
During the summer months, I have a small urban vegetable farm. I say “farm” rather loosely. It provides just-picked greens, herbs and an assortment of other edibles.
Having worked in a cooking store, I learned that good pans, sharp knives are essential, and seasonally appropriate foods are where it’s at. No over thinking or over saucing is necessary when quality ingredients are used.
If I had a slogan it would be, “Good food, made simply.”
Cheers, and happy eating my friends –
Missy
Hi Missy! I am so excited about your WordPress blog! Now I can comment!!! I nominated you for the Liebster Award, and hope that you will check it out. Looking forward to reading about your culinary adventures here! Sabine http://incahootswithmuddyboots.com/2015/09/29/liebster-award-nomination/
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Wow, Sabine. Thanks for the great compliment and nomination. I’ll take a look at it and see what I need to do!
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You are welcome! I love your writing on your other blog. Also be aware that there is no time limit. I am just happy to also have you on WordPress, so I can comment. 😊
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Ok, good to know on the time frame. I appreciate you reading both of my blogs!
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Hi Missy, thank you for stopping by and for your kind words on our blog! Really enjoying the healthy, fresh and beautiful recipes on yours. So lively, colorful and enticing!! x
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Ahh, you are sweet! Thanks bunches.
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