I am a poet in truth, but I keep trying to be other things, I have tried teacher, coach, line cook, realtor, 1950’s house wife. But here is the rub of being a poet, no one will pay for your son’s karate by writing a sonnet or put money in their 529 plan, no matter how many times I publish. What I am left with is choices and changes, the world will allow you to do any thing you wish if you are willing to put pen to paper so to speak. The same love I have for words I have for food, I am not referring to the food that you shove in your mouth because you are hungry I am referring to the food that speaks to you from the ground. I find poetry in food, cook books, farmers markets gardens and honey comb. It speaks to me. I carry cook books around with me, I read them over and over again, I dog ears pages, I re-write recipes, I cook for hours to create one single bite. I love this sexy little company and want to turn it into a company that promises that every bite will taste like the earth, wind, rain and sun