1972 Came and went like any other year I suppose, the only difference…I was born.

The Angel of my mothers eye, the torment of my fathers soul. I grew up normal like most children. So I thought. Then again, normal is only what you are used to on a daily basis.

While most children suffering there terrible two’s wound up being forgiven, I wound up being evaluated. Forgive the damn 70’s, the shrink told my mom to take me home because I obviously was just a misbehaved child who needed to be spanked more often.

By the time I was 5 I had taught myself to play my long forgotten aunt’s organ…were was she you ask??? In a mental ward. HA!

Tormenting children with my words and my fist…or a fork was not uncommon…lol… Ooooh and how I loved to bite.

I grew up and went my way…boy oh boy did I ever. Up and down, and all around. I’ve tried everything my mind could conceive and even that which it never should have.

On those lonely days, I look back and thank the Lord & my Mom I can cook. Instead of beating my ass, like the shrink said, she put me at the stove and said here….this is how you crack an egg and fry it…and so my passion for cooking began.

Cooking has saved my life, given me direction when I couldn’t find any and comforted me when I was down. My obsession with food is a double edge sword. Giving me both pleasure and pain.

My passion is to become the best I can be through exercise, nutrion and following my heart. Along the way I want to share  with all of you. Encouraging each other…. “WE CAN DO IT”.

I love to cook and here I want to bring you my recipes and my joy for life, love and the pursuit of healthiness.

Each day brings a new challenge. Cooking brings a new meal.

I always say, I’m not sure where I’m going but, hold on tight cause were going for a ride.

I‘m Lela ….Welcome to my life and my kitchen

Chow for now