It all started with my paternal grandmother. She has always cared for people whether that meant physically or nourishing them through food. Being in the kitchen with her during those summers spent in Mississippi; I can say helped to spark a love for flavor and quality time. Not much was ever said but between her humming a tune, hearing the sounds of pots and pans clinging, and smelling butter melting in a skillet brings joy to my soul. All it took for me was to be at her hip or at the table helping in some way gave me energy.