I remember the first recipe I ever perfected. I was 7 years old and it was the recipe for blueberry muffins on the back of the Jiffy Blueberry Muffins box. From then on I was hooked. Cooking and baking was my thing. While the love of baking, cooking and being creative in the kitchen started there, that Jiffy Blueberry Muffin box was only going to get me so far and from there it was my brother Matthew who really inspired me and taught me how to cook from then on.
He lived in a house on Clocks Boulevard and there, in the kitchen on Clocks, is where I fell in love with food and realized that not only did I love it, but I was pretty damn good at cooking as well! Matt taught me that in order to get the fluffiest, creamiest scrambled eggs, I needed to put them in the blender with half and half, hot sauce, salt and pepper and let er’ rip. He taught me that the secret to the most perfect guacamole is to “NOT OVER MASH THE AVOCADOS.” He taught me that grilled corn is really the only corn worth eating and most importantly he taught me that cooking and food is one of the greatest ways to gather people and one of the best ways to show others how much you love them. He wasn’t always one for words, but his Sunday brunch said it all.
While Matt is no longer with us, I am so lucky to have had him in my life not only as a brother, but as a best friend, mentor and cooking instructor. We had all of these food dreams that we talked about like, “Maybe we could buy the town diner and turn it into a burrito bar?” “What if we bought an old school bus and turned it into a taco joint?” And while we never got the chance to fullfill any of those crazy (awesome) ideas, here I am carrying the “love of cooking torch” for the both of us and continuing my “cooking on clocks.”