Where I’m coming from:
Three little words sum me up.
For as long as I can remember I have adored all things food and drink related. I had a happy childhood, and was fortunate to live in a wide variety of places as the Air Force transferred my dad every few years. My parents viewed each moved as an adventure, and I was excited to be along for the ride.
As a child I learned about the best rich milk in Switzerland, and picked sweet-tart wild blueberries in Germany. I had my first cheese course in Amsterdam, and my first ravioli in Rome. Later Texas, Mississippi and Florida introduced Tex-Mex, barbecue and seafood. A few years in New Orleans added lots of spice. Add to that family recipes for southern classics and wonderful Spanish specialties.
For me, eating and drinking nourish the body and the soul. They provide comfort and strength. Sharing food and drink with my friends and family makes me happy. What I write here is an extension of that.
My first cooking experience was probably when I was barely old enough to stand up. I can’t remember a time I wasn’t interested in what was going on in the kitchen. Of course there were plenty of Easy Bake cakes, followed by experiments that were sometimes successful, and sometimes not so (like when I made brownies for my friends and forgot to add the sugar). I learned from my mother and my grandmother, both wonderful cooks. I read all of my mother’s cookbooks.
While I was in law school I turned to cooking as stress relief. Saturday mornings I watched PBS cooking shows, hastily scribbling down the recipes (this was pre-internet afterall). Then I would head to the market to get ingredients, and spend the afternoon cooking. Saturday evening involved dinner with friends. Sunday morning I often dropped freshly baked cookies off to my brother at his fraternity house on my way to the library to start my next week of studying, knowing I had a really tiny refrigerator stuffed with a week of meals.
Right out of law school I moved to New Orleans, continued learning from PBS cooking shows, and explored not just the Louisiana cooking, but the wonderful array of international cuisine available in a city where food was king. I also read every cookbook in the Milton Latter Library on St. Charles Avenue, and started acquiring cookbooks for my collection.
A few years later I moved back to the Florida panhandle, and was fortunate to be chosen as the restaurant reviewer for the Northwest Florida Daily News in 1995. I still write the review, and am happy to be a contributor to the Tampa edition of Creative Loafing, writing about food and wine. I love to spend my time playing in my kitchen, and feeding my friends and family.
You can find me on Twitter @colleensachs.