This seems a fitting place for my first post here. I've been reading but there's so much to read, I'll never get it all done. My family was always interested in food. I grew up in Seattle back before it was considered to have a cuisine of its own, but we spent hours fishing, picking blackberries and hazelnuts, and digging clams. We always had apple, pear, and plum trees and a huge garden. We rarely went to restaurants because we had a large family and a small income, but we ate the freshest and best food then. Even had a milk cow and made butter and yogurt. I never knew how spoiled I was to come home from school and make a porterhouse steak for an after-school snack. Because the freezer was full, of course. My mom was working on a cookbook for most of the years we were growing up, which was never published. But whenever she was working on a particular chapter, we got to test the recipes--stinging nettles (very good) homemade graham crackers and corn chips, seaweed soup, and a lot of even stranger things. Once a week the kids would take turns making dinner; we'd make a shopping list and the whole family would go out to get the ingredients. My favorite reading material was the Joy of Cooking. I liked reading about cuts of beef, for some reason. Maybe it was the illustrations. I also enjoyed the stories about extravagant things like boiling potatoes in pine sap, something I knew I'd never try. I don't cook as much as I used to, as my children are all grown, but it's nice to know that at least a few of them enjoy cooking as well. One daughter plans to open a bakery/cafe in Hawaii some time in the future. I like to look at cookbooks and food writing. I love On Food and Cooking, Steingarten, Bourdain, and I just finished Ruth Reichl's latest book. I want to be her new best friend, as long as I can go to dinner with her. Unfortunately, my husband doesn't care much about food. He's a picky eater, and has a long list of things he doesn't want to eat. He can't tell the difference between instant potatoes and fresh. At least he likes chocolate. I live in Montana now, which truly doesn't have a cuisine of it's own, unless you like steak and huckleberries. There's no Pike Place market here, so I have to make do with visits home. It's nice to be here with the other people who like to eat.