Recipe for Changing Lives
I love to cook. I think I picked it up from my dad. Back when I was just a little tyke, I remember waking up in the middle of the night and finding Dad baking pies. He would put a finger to his lips, warning me to keep quiet. Then he would let me sample a little. After making me promise to keep this our secret, he would send me back to bed. “I want to surprise your momma,” he would say.