The quick story is I grew up with a Mom who was an awesome cook. She had lots of wonderful dinner parties and allowed us to learn how to cook. I got a hold of Mastering the Art of French Cooking at a young age and started practising on a puzzled and indulgent family. There were other very good cooks in the family, the old country kind who used whatever cup, spoon and ingredients they had to make magic. They were of an age that promoted smoking, so that was another seasoning in the mix, so I am told. My great-grandfather, Louis Rosenbaum had a deli in Vancouver, British Columbia and gave my Mom his recipe for corned beef.
Once I got out on my own, I didn’t cook for many years, but decided to learn about 15 years ago. Everyone was pretty surprised at first. Now, nobody seems to complain very much when I invite them for dinner or offer to make a dessert treat. Thanks to all of you who have taught me along the way or supplied that special family recipe.
Shelley Freedman