My grandchildren call me Kebby.
From the moment I found out that I was going to be a grandma, I wondered what I would be called. We decided on “Grammy”. Little did I know that the decision was not mine to make, but instead was in the hands of fate. When Owen (my first grandchild and the love of my life, by the way) started to talk, he couldn’t make the “G” sound or the “M” sound and when he tried to say Grammy, it came out as Kebby.
Fast forward to two years later, when along came Annie, grandchild #2. When she started to talk, she couldn’t say Kebby and it came out as “Pubby”. (which I loved equally as much as Kebby) Eventually, with much help and encouragement from Owen, Annie too learned how to say Kebby and the name stuck! I am probably the only Kebby in the whole wide world and I love that!
Another thing that I love, next to my grandchildren and the rest of my family, is my kitchen. Don’t get me wrong, the rest of my home is beautiful, too, but my kitchen is where I love to be most. A lot of great things happen in my kitchen. Most of all, food happens.
Good food.
Comfort food.
Happy food.
Sad food.
It has been said that, if hunger isn’t the problem, food isn’t the solution. I tend to disagree. We celebrate with food and we heal our wounds with food.
In my world, FOOD = LOVE, period.
It has been that way my whole life. My husband affectionately calls me a “third generation food-shover”. My granny taught my mom, and my mom taught me well how to express my love with food. You come into my home, you eat. Don’t even consider saying you “aren’t hungry” or you “grabbed something on the way”.
Hello! Who eats only because they are hungry? I’m not offering you food because you look hungry. I’m offering you something to eat because you are in my kitchen and I want you to know that you are welcome and you are loved. I want you to feel at home. Pull up a stool at my counter, have something to eat, and be happy.
In my kitchen, life happens. We talk, we laugh, we cry, and we eat.
We share news of engagements, babies on the way and job promotions. We plan weddings and study for tests. We balance our budget, pay our bills, discuss adversities, tragedy and lost love. (Trust me, we have raised three daughters, and I have learned to whip up a batch of brownie batter at the first sight of tears.)
But most of all, we eat and we love each other.
I welcome you to Kebby’s Kitchen where I look forward to sharing lots of recipes, stories and life events with you.
Stop over anytime. I’ve always got hot coffee, fresh cookies, and lots of love.
