19 Jul 2011
My mom is an amazing chef and artist. When my sister Elisabeth was pregnant with her first baby, my mom hand carved a watermelon into a baby carriage for the shower. The thing was enormous and decorated with skewers of fruit—enough to regulate an army of troops.
So then you can imagine my fear of what she would think of my own cooking and presentation skills when my dad informed her that I had a food and wine blog. I received an email from my father that went something like this: