About Me

Hi, I’m Denell

I’m a mother, wife, educator, and a historian who has a passion for food. Food was my first love and has been my source of comfort since I can remember. Growing up in a predominately hispanic neighborhood, food made me feel included when I was different from everyone else. When the parents of my friends did not speak English, food was one thing everyone understood. It’s a gateway to developing bonds and understandings culture.

As I grew older, so did my passion for different foods. Being invited into the kitchens of my friends presented the opportunity to learn how to cook new dishes, to build bonds and break bread with a diverse people. As a historian, I like to investigate the origins of food and track its movements. It’s astonishing how food items molded, altered and at times taken on a new life depending on the location. The influence globalization has on food is phenomenal but is nothing compared to how it influences people’s lives.

This blog is the culmination of my food experiences. From eating, to serving and cooking food has always been a part of my life. I have a habit of eating my feelings (and forcing my friends and family to eat with me). This blog is all of those experiences, the brain child of a history project and the new experiences and traditions I have with my family and friends.

Much of my food inspiration comes from good times with family and friends, crazy adventures and encounters in the U.S. with people from all over the world. The fluidity of food proves that at the core, we are all the same. We seek friendship, love, and at the end of the day we want to be comforted. The food here isn’t overly extravagant or complicated. It’s food that makes you feel good. It reminds you of home and good times with friends. It’s a return to normalcy, solace. At least for a minute. wife, educator and historian who has always had a passion for food. It’s one of my first loves. Food is what really made me feel included when I was different from everyone else. It’s always been my comfort. Growing up, I lived in a predominately hispanic neighborhood and though the parents of my friends did not speak English, one thing everyone understood was food. It’s a gateway to developing bonds and understandings culture.
As I grew older so did my passion for different foods. I have been fortunate enough to be invited into the kitchens of many of my friends and in turn, had the opportunity to build bonds, light fires and break bread with a diverse group of people. As a historian, I’ve investigated the origins of food and tracked its movements. It’s astonishing how food items have been molded, altered and at times taken on a new life depending on the location. The influence globalization has had on food is phenomenal but nothing compared to how it influences people’s lives.
The fluidity of food proves that at the core, we are all the same. We seek friendship, love, and at the end of the day we want to be comforted. The food here isn’t overly extravagant or complicated. It’s food that makes you feel good. It reminds you of home and good times with friends. It’s a return to normalcy, solace. At least for a minute.