From culinary school in San Francisco to running a restaurant in St.Croix, I’ve lived and worked all over the world. But I always came back to my dream of owning a restaurant that celebrated my southern roots.
Growing up in Arkansas and North Carolina, I developed a passion for southern cuisine – one that was shared by my family. From day one, I was surrounded by southern delicacies: I roamed through pecan groves and peach orchards on my great-grandparents’ farm. And I devoured wonderful treats like my grandma’s homemade angel biscuits.
If it’s not clear by now, I come from a family of serious food-lovers. As a kid, my friends envied the gourmet lunches my mom prepared, and they couldn’t get enough of her famous pies. I found myself cooking elaborate meals for my friends in college. My roommates would chip in a few bucks, and I’d prepare everything from ribs and squash casserole to steaks and pork tenderloin. I came to realize that I’m at my happiest when I’m bringing people together by providing good food. Bringing food and people together was my happy place. And still today, I’m most content when I’m cooking Sunday night dinners alongside my sister and our two families, or even when I’m packing lunches for my daughters.