Born in an obscurely named small town in Oregon, I spent years living off the land as a child. For years nothing but venison, steelhead, salmon and canned food was consumed by my family. We picked morel mushrooms and sold them, harvested cold elderberries for jam, you name it. Because of my childhood spent mostly roaming logging roads and traipsing through the forest, I come by my cooking naturally. Figuratively and literally I suppose. Baking took a ton more time to figure out. And by baking, I mean cake and bread. I still can’t make a good cookie to save my life. French macarons made me their b** a few years ago..but eventually they will be under my power. In the meantime, I continue to find and cook new vittles every week thanks to the many food bloggers on the web.