After “retiring” to become a stay-at-home mom to two young children, I found I had lost my way—and my ability to interact with adults. Poet in the pantry was born from this hunger, this need to be an adult again and use those brain cells for more than ABCs and “open wide.”
Three years later, instead of a toddler and a preschooler, now I’m serving it up to two grade-school kids who are always ready to eat. Back to working full-time in the “real world,” my hungry co-workers provide plenty of opportunities for playing in the kitchen with their frequent in-office celebrations. And we can’t forget about my husband, whose belly has enjoyed more than its fair share of creations.
Join the journey! It’s not always easy, but it sure is tasty!