About

It wasn’t until my adult life that it occurred to me, making meals can be an art and not simply something done in survival mode out of necessity. My early attempts at cooking took a ride in tandem with my studies in graduate school to complete my masters in elementary education. I played a bit here and there but my primary focus was on developing my skills as a classroom teacher. I taught for eleven years in a very fine school district where the children received the best in everything, especially their education. Teachers in our district were treated like every teacher dreams of. We were given countless opportunities for post graduate training, had outstanding support from our administrators, solid financial compensation and a great deal of pride in representing our schools. But I grew bored. Once I had my own child my nesting instincts kicked in big time and more than anything, I wanted to be home full time with my baby in the role of Mommy.

2006 brought tremendous excitement to my world. Through a series of fortunate and spectacular events (which I’ll share at another time) I began my work in national network television production September of that year. Cooking segments were an integral part of our show which was geared towards women.  To say my experience was spectacular could never do it justice. From laughing and chatting with Paula Deen and tasting her cooking and countless other Food Network chefs to enjoying the sunshine that is Marie Osmond who could make anyone happy just by being in her presence. My television work gives me the creative and writing experiences I so adore. It has inspired me in my cooking and role as a wife and mom. Our show was relocated the summer of 2007 and shortly after that my family and I relocated to the California desert. There is no tv work where we live and I miss it but adore writing and of course baking and cooking. For me my blog is now the part of my journey that brings so many of my worlds together and my own little world of creativity that I can share with you.

As a child growing up in my home, breakfast was a glass of chocolate milk, lunch was always catered by the world renowned Chef Boyardee and dinner was reluctantly pulled together by my mom Monday through Friday and included one of the following from each food group:

Meats:

Broiled hamburgers, seasoned with seasoned salt.

Broiled chicken parts  bone in, seasoned with seasoned salt.

Broiled chicken breast, seasoned with seasoned salt.

Broiled turkey burgers, seasoned with seasoned salt.

Starch:

Microwaved sweet potato, flavored with margarine.

Microwaved baked potato, flavored with margarine.

Vegetables:

All Del Monte Canned:

String beans

Corn

Stewed Zucchini

Peas

Carrots

Peas and carrots

Fresh Vegetables Boiled Beyond Recognition (and heavily salted)

Broccoli

Cauliflower

Zucchini

Cooking just wasn’t her thing. Friday through Sunday we ate at the local diners, Italian restaurants and Sunday faithfully brought in Chinese food with an occasional meal taking place at the restaurant. The tedious, same tasting weekday meals often led to protests by my brother and I, holding up signs while marching “We’re on strike! We”re on strike!” hopefully thinking our early displays of independence would lead my mom to discover a new found love for the culinary arts. Didn’t happen.

There were occasionally some windows of hope. Glimpses of light peeking into our kitchen. I remember when I was around 10 Mom had come across a recipe for meatballs and we went on to a weekly spaghetti and meatballs meal (dense roundish globes of ground beef grasping at the jarred tomato sauce for a chance at flavor). But it was a thrill. Sauce! Sauce with our meal. No Lowry’s Seasoned Salt! Her joy of pasta led to a most interesting birthday party where I invited over a dozen or so friends to celebrate my big day with a spaghetti and meatball meal. Mom was excited to share our family’s love of her favorite dish with my friends. They showed up and we sat around the kitchen table crowded around and giggling away while strands slipped and sauce splattered. My world of food had grown so exciting and I was so proud of my Donna Reedesque mom. Until the meal was done and there was nothing more planned. Mom was so caught up in the spaghetti and meatballs that we never planned other activities. Except eating. The meal ended, we moved as a group and into the den and stared at one another’s sauce stained faces searching for what to do next. We quickly moved on to opening my gifts and the one that stayed with me the most from that day was the pride and joy Mom felt in creating the feast.

There were other times I remember a recipe guiding my mother towards a meal. She loved to prepare family traditional meals for the holidays and I loved those times so dearly. On occasion she’d bring me in on the mystical secrets of how a coffee cake magically went from sugar, flour, cinnamon and butter to a taste of heaven, but not often. Mostly I’d sit back and enjoy the aromas and wait until I could taste the finished product.

As an adult first out on my own and being an artist at heart I decided to take matters into my own hands and took a couple of cooking classes. When my husband and I became engaged I was given several cookbooks as gifts. These classes and the books began the road to my self taught culinary education as The Cookbook Apprentice. Come join me on my journey as I intimately cook my way through a vast collection of books, magazines and websites one recipe at a time.

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13 Responses to About

  1. hungry dog says:

    Your description of your childhood weekly menus made me laugh…and especially your spaghetti and meatball birthday party. Your mom really did her best!

    • cookbookapprentice says:

      Thanks so much for visiting, so nice to meet you : ). Yes, she did her best and her interests (which were many) were definitely outside the kitchen.

  2. Hi! thanks for visiting my blog. This gave me a chance to come and visit you, see a bit who you are…
    Hmm, sounds pretty awful, and funny, but I think my mom wins this “contest” ;). My childhood memories consist of a chicken and frozen veggies cooked in a cooking bag which we ate for the whole week. And never a cake. In high school I took matters into my hands and started cooking.

    • cookbookapprentice says:

      I’m so glad I visited your wonderful blog! It’s good to know I’m not the only one who’s mom didn’t emulate Donna Reed in the kitchen : ). It did provide a great personal challenge to overcome the cans and seasoned salt. I see you’ve come a lonngggg way from those chicken and veggies in a bag days! Thanks again for coming by!

  3. Alisa says:

    I had so much fun reading your blog and I really look forward to reading more from you.You know what,Foodista announced that they are going to publish the best food blogs in a full color book that will be published by Andrews McMeel Publishing this Fall 2010. I thought how great it would be if you could join in this event! You can find out more about it at this link http://www.foodista.com/blogbook. Sorry I had to leave this message here. I wanted to email you but couldn’t find one. Thanks!

    • cookbookapprentice says:

      I am so thrilled that you came by today, I really have such a good time with it! The blog is a great way for me to combine my favorite things in life; my family, baking and cooking, photography, my love of writing and of course eating!

  4. Elisabetta says:

    Hi! thanks for visiting my blog. This gave me a chance to come and visit you, see a bit who you are…Hmm, sounds pretty awful, and funny, but I think my mom wins this “contest” . My childhood memories consist of a chicken and frozen veggies cooked in a cooking bag which we ate for the whole week. And never a cake. In high school I took matters into my hands and started cooking.
    +1

  5. Shannon says:

    There should be a warning on your site…do not view while hungry lol. I am so glad I found your site, I love it. I want to make the chicken artichoke casserole this weekend…what would you suggest as a substitute for the wine (can’t have alcohol right now).

    • cookbookapprentice says:

      :)!!! Thanks so much Shannon I’m so glad you find it too!
      You can increase the chicken stock by 1/4 of a cup or substitute white grape juice for the wine. Let me know how it turns out!

  6. Thanks for inviting me to explore your website! You write “from the heart” and I hope to visit again often.

    Norene Gilletz (Toronto, Canada)
    Cookbook Author
    http://www.gourmania.com

    • cookbookapprentice says:

      Norene, thank you so much, I am thrilled that you are here! I look forward to us staying in touch.

  7. Thanks for inviting me to explore your food blog! It’s nice to know you’ve become an inspired cook despite your limited menu choices when you were young.

    Keep on cooking and baking – enjoy your culinary journey!

    Norene Gilletz
    http://www.gourmania.com

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