Chef Kerry S
Surviving the tundra of Upstate NY, I spent my formative years spying on Grandma and Dad as they whipped up culinary masterpieces and cultivated gardens that made Mother Nature jealous.
This childhood stalking – I mean, fascination – birthed an undying love affair with the tantalizing dance between food and its magical ability to transport us to moments in time.
Against my better judgment (and under duress from my mother's 'top drawer' food critiques), I traded my casual dalliances with the stove for a committed relationship with culinary school. Little did I know, this decision would thrust me into a world where aprons are armor, and spatulas are swords of flavor justice.
My initiation into the culinary realm had me peering behind kitchen doors, reminiscing about family dinner celebrations where I strategically snagged the best seat to witness kitchen sorcery unfold. Turns out, the magic wasn't just in the food; it was in the chaos, and the camaraderie too!
My heart (and taste buds) belong to Latin America, where flavors are bolder than my opinions, and culinary history is more complex than an episode of a political drama.
But don't let the spice fool you; I've mastered the art of transforming decadent recipes into guilt-ridden, healthier alternatives – call it my culinary version of a magic trick.
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