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July 11, 2017

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Someone asked me today what got me started in my business; where did this passion come from?  I had to sit back a minute and think about it.  After all, I’ve been doing it for such a long time that I feel it was always there, but there is always a beginning to every story, and this is mine.

Growing up, I couldn’t really cook.  My parents were of the era where meat was cooked until it turned to shoe leather, vegetables came from a can, and the trend for convenience and budget meant potato spuds from a box.  I rarely liked what was put in front of me, with few exceptions.

Money was used to pay bills and not to go to college, so after I graduated high school, I went to an art school in Pittsburgh via student loans.  In order to pay for room and board, I stayed with a French family and watched their young daughter and helped with the cooking.  This was an introduction into another life I had never experienced.  I was 19 and tasted my very first mushroom!  Imagine a mushroom being the catalyst to buying my first cookbook.  I actually still have it in my collection so many years later, and I am sharing my first recipe ever made that I still make to this day.

I enjoyed following the recipes and even more so, I enjoyed the results.  Little by little, without realizing it, I was laying the foundation for what would become my passion.

And then life happened.  I got married, started a family, got a divorce, and had to get a job.  I went to work for a mortgage company and ended up settling in for sixteen years.  Cooking and baking were on the back burner.

Fast forward ten years.  I remarried, and my children were pretty much grown and doing their own thing.  I had more time but still didn’t really think of food as my passion, as much as it was a necessity.  I enjoyed entertaining and creating little bites for my friends that would ooh and aah, but I believe I thought it was more about the entertaining.  Then one day, I was watching a show about making cupcakes.  It was a contest, it was fun, and I started thinking what flavor I would make; I then, of course, had to make them.   How hard could cupcakes be?  After all, I was pretty good with a recipe. With a huge amount of confidence, I made my special flavor, and when I pulled them out of the oven, I was aghast to see all I had made were hockey pucks.  What?  The second try resulted in the same disgusting manner.  The challenge was on, and I was going to win.

With determination and malice, I rose to the cause of defeating my nemesis.   I researched, I watched, I read, and I discovered what I was doing wrong. Finally after several attempts: voila!   I had created a light, fluffy, and moist cupcake.  I took them into work, and they were devoured.  So naturally, I had to make more…. and then I made even more.  It was almost like once I had succeeded, the underlying bug in my bed of creativity was awoken and all I wanted to do was cook or bake.

I was like a sponge.  I couldn’t read enough food magazines, watch an overabundance of food shows, or practice on too many people.  I would take my samples into my work kitchen and watch everyone enjoy.  I was loving what I could accomplish.                                

Then the market dropped out, and within a short span, my father and my youngest brother died.  It was almost like I died.  The only thing that seemed to keep me going was stirring a bowl of chocolate or finding some new hors d’oeuvre to try.  I was losing my desire to go to work.  I didn’t know what to do until a friend sat me down and said, “Do what you love.”  But at my age, the fear of starting over was a little overwhelming.  It wasn’t until I went to my last closing and noticed “the sign” on a cup of coffee; this little quote on the side of a cup was what made me decide to take the leap.  “Follow your passion and you will find your purpose.”

Today, it’s been three years to the month that I have been the owner of The Twisted-Fork, and I haven’t looked back. It hasn’t been without difficulty, but every day is a new day, and I love it. There are learning curves everywhere, and every day I move forward with new knowledge of something to continue making my food beautiful and tasty.  I know this is the right path for me because truly… “if you follow your passion, you will find your purpose.”

 

 

Chicken Casserole

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  • Yield: 6-8
  • Difficulty: easy
  • Recipe type: Entree

Ingredients:

  • 2 medium onions, sliced thin
  • 6 chicken breasts split, boneless and skinless
  • salt and pepper
  • 2 cans Cream of Chicken Soup
  • 1 can Golden Mushroom Soup
  • 1/2 cup sherry
  • 1/2 lb fresh mushrooms
  • butter
  • paprika (optional)
  • toasted almonds (optional)

Directions:

  1. Spread sliced onions on bottom of 9 x 13″ or round 9″ casserole dish
  2. Roll up chicken breasts and place on top of onions, salt and pepper generously
  3. Mix soups, Sherry and mushrooms that have been sautéed in butter.
  4. Pour over top of chicken
  5. Bake 2 hours at 350 degrees; cover last half hour.
  6. Optional: sprinkle paprika and toasted almonds over top before serving.
  7. Serve over rice or noodles.
  8. NOTES: Because of my experience with cooking now, I make simple changes to this menu. Brown the mushrooms in 2 Tablespoons butter. Season at all levels: onions, mushrooms, chicken. I don’t like cream of chicken soup so I used Roasted Garlic and Mushroom.

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