
As you may have figured out from some of my earlier posts, I did not grow up eating food made from scratch. My mom is a good cook, but definitely used boxed mixes and convenience items. So where did I get the idea to eat real food? DH would blame my friend and former co-worker Holly. She’s the one who told me about kombucha, turned her front lawn into a garden, and made a believer of raw milk out of me when she brought fromage blanc to work.













