The Kitchen Window. The picture above you see is my Mama’s kitchen window. The window I grew up with in Germany. It doesn’t always look that pretty and organized but it’s always had meaning to me. Just like the little town of Neckarburken pictures to the right – where I grew up my entire childhood.Continue reading “Home. Where My Love For Food Started.”
It doesn’t matter how far apart you are – what matters is the love you feel.
We try not to act out in public, but at home, where we are surrounded by love, we often have our worst moments. Our family sees our worst and our best. Love always.