Cook. Eat.

I never really learned how to cook until 2011.

Sure, I could poach an egg, make a box of macaroni & cheese or pour a can of soup into a pot and heat it up, but really cook? Nuh, uh. Not me. Luckily I married a man who could, and liked, to cook. He made great meals a few times a week when his schedule permitted, and the rest of the time we ate from a box.

But all that changed in 2011 when we went from a typical American family to a health-conscious, organic loving, clean eating, label reading one. No longer could I simply brown a pound of ground beef and pour a box of chemicals into it to it and call it dinner. When he wasn’t around to cook, I had no choice. I was committed to this lifestyle and it was do or do not, as Yoda would say. I am not one to shy away from a challenge so I accepted it.

Along the way I have learned a lot about myself. I have learned that the only thing holding me back was me, and that I have a passion for feeding my family real, great tasting food.

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