I didn’t learn to cook from my Nana. Or even from Mom.
Nope, I cut my teeth chopping ingredients for my Dad. A true Southern gentleman, a colorful storyteller, and an all-around guy’s guy, my father cooked with passion. “Use the best ingredients,” he lectured. “Take your time,” he nagged. And “always”, he said, “keep it simple.” Except, that is, with the flavor. Ever generous with the spice, the Old Man wasn’t about peace, harmony, and Kumbaya. No sir, he was all about blitzing the taste buds with big, delicious flavor.
Today I make hearty good food in small batches -- so you don't have to. Look for the Big Delicious gold star and grab some today for your next party, or tailgate, or... whatever strikes your fancy!
It's always great to have some on hand!